Chapter 2: Man-eating beasts
Damien rubbed his eyes, blinking like a madman at the empty lawn.
"What just happened?" He asked himself, poking his head out the window to look for Ahara, but she had vanished.
This time he couldn't use the 'gym instructor' excuse again.
She was too fast for him to notice even though he prides himself in his sharp eyesight. Where others complained about not seeing clearly—like needle pores—his eyes could. They were literal binoculars and yet, they couldn't spot Ahara's movement or where she went.
With a pacing heartbeat that threatened to crack his chest open, Damien closed the window and sat back on his bed wondering what the hell he just witnessed. He couldn't wrap his head around it all, so he decided to vent on a question-and-answer website he found a few years ago when he wanted to know how to shave his puberty hair but couldn't ask Ahara because he felt embarrassed.
Ever since then, the website had become his encyclopedia on topics he couldn't bring himself to ask his sister because of their different genders—or because she had magically vanished before he could ask anything.
Taking out his phone, he opened Google and logged into his account, pressing the small pen icon on the far corner and typing:
My sister just left the house now. It's 10pm where we live and I was afraid she'll be attacked by rapists etc, but now I'm wondering if I should be scared for the rapists instead. She jumped from the fourth floor down to the ground in mere seconds, and when I went to look for her outside my bedroom window, I saw her, but she suddenly vanished from sight! Should I ask her about what I saw when she comes back or should I just leave her be? What should I do?
Ps: She's a gym instructor
Pressing the send button, Damien threw his phone on the bed and looked out the window again.
Maybe he had imagined it all and was just sleepy. Yes, that had to be it. He was way past his normal bedtime; it was probably his eyes playing tricks on him because they were tired. Deciding to ignore the little annoying voice in his head telling him his eyes were okay, he picked up the duvet he had thrown on the floor a while ago and tucked himself to sleep.