She knew where she was, and roughly when it was, but there was a slight haze that confused her focus. She was vaguely aware that she was trapped on the floor by her bed, and a man or something resembling a man held her sister captive just a few feet from her. She focused on him, he was tall and wearing a black hooded cape; there would be no way to put a name to him. She could just make out the rough movements of her sister fighting with him, trying futilely to break free from his grasp. They were both screaming back and forth, her sister for help and for him to stop, he in return screamed for her shut up. It was an argument Sang knew would not end well for one or both of the participants.
Sang tried to move her fingers if she could just get them to move she might be able to do something, but her body failed to respond. A small silver knife lay not far from her, she had just managed to reach for it before she found herself pinned down. It had slipped out of her grasp as her hand hit wood and now laid a hair's breath from her fingertips. The blade would not be deadly to the creature, but it could slow him down and give her sister a chance at escape, all Sang had to do was move.
Through the screams Sang heard a sudden pounding at her bedroom door to her right, just at the edge of her sight. It was Savior, her brother, it had to be, there was no one else, and he would have come running the instant he heard all the noise. After what seemed to Sang like eternity, the door gave way to his persistence and he came stumbling into the dark room. He looked to Sang for only a moment and then headed straight for the monster.
Savior made an attempt to separate the night stalker from his sister but was, without hesitation, pushed away. The aggressive exchange, accented by the creature's angry hiss, resulted in Savior connecting brutally with the wall opposite. Savior instantly bounced back onto his feet ready to make a second attempt at the dark beast. Tears rolled down Sang's face as she watched on helplessly, being trapped by some sort of sorcery.
Apparently the brute did not want a real fight with Savior, for he grabbed their sister and, before Savior could so much as blink, was out the window and running into the night. Savior slammed into the windowsill as he attempted to stop them, barely stopping himself from falling out, but he could only just make out the figures of the barbarian and his stolen sister as they disappear into the nearby woods and then nothing.
He turned around to face Sang, who was beginning to regain her senses. Pain was crawling into her skin, her back, neck, and head. Her hand that she had been striving so hard to move slid forward and into the knife, leaving a thin line of blood on her fingers. Savior sagged against the opposite wall as he watched her.
“How many members of my family must I lose to those monsters?” He whispered, not expecting an answer.
