Clan Fighters by Kaitlyn Garlets (classic books to read TXT) 📕

the feeling of cold water on her. Before Reece got into the shower, she looked at herself in the mirror and saw that she had been far worse than she imagined. She had blood stains from when Brian had grabbed her shirt and jacket when he had told her those things. She also had dried blood at the bottom of her hair from bending down, when she held Brian.
Once the water was the temperature she wanted, she stripped her jacket off and stuck it on a hook on the other side of the door and took her clothes off and sat them on the floor where they couldn't get wet even though she would put a clean pair on.
Reece stepped into the unfamiliar tub and closed the scratchy shower curtain as she let the hot water run down her naked body.


{~Chapter two~}


Once Reece had taken her shower, she felt much cleaner than she had before she had taken one. Reece had been so beat by everything that happened to her today, she started thinking that her brother wasn't her real brother, just as the man and the woman she had known her whole life wasn't her real parents.
Right after she took a shower, she climbed under the scratchy covers and turned the TV on, watching the news because she knew that her brother's murder would probably be on it.
She was right of course, because when she turned to a news station, she saw her house on the screen with hundreds of people, neighbors, police, FBI and many other people that Reece had never seen before.
The reporter began talking, saying, "Welcome to a special news report coming live from your Small Town where there has been a terrible tragedy. Brian Wilberg, local resident of Small Town died tonight. Police are ruling it a homicide, but so far, they have no clues or ideas to whom would have done something like this. Brian Wilberg age twenty-three was at home tonight and his younger sister Reece Wilberg came home after a hard day at her restaurant called Small Town to find her older brother dead."
Reece couldn't look at the screen any longer. She couldn't look at the reporter's face because it was so unemotional. She shut the TV off and wept until she fell asleep.


Reece jolted awake, hearing something from the door.
Maybe it was Macbeth, back with some food, Reece thought, hearing her stomach growl from hunger. She knew she should have picked something up from her restaurant before she left, but she was too upset.
Reece looked at the clock on the bedside table and saw that it was past two o' clock in the morning. Reece also noticed that she was wearing her clothes to bed because she hadn't thought about bringing some PJ's.
Reece got out of bed and went to the door and saw a man waving at the peep hole on the door.
"Wake up, sleepy head! I know your in there!" The man said, a evil grin replacing his smile.
Reece backed up, her heart beating.
What am I to do? Reece thought.
Reece looked around and saw her bags on the other bed, everything thrown around like someone rummaged in it.
Reece grabbed it and shuffled through it, making sure that the box was still there. Reece sighed when she saw it under her clothes and grabbed it. She didn't care about her clothes, but she did care about this.
The man outside her door banged on the door again. "I can smell your blood pumping through your skin, little piggy. If you don't come out now, then I'll have to huff and puff and blow the door down. Or I can just kick in the door, whichever you want to do!" he said, making Reece's heart stop for what seemed like minutes.
Reece grabbed the phone that Macbeth had given her and dialed the number on the phone key pad, letting it ring and ring, until Macbeth finally answered.
"Hello? Is that you, Reece?"
"Yes," Reece whispered. "There is a man at the door and he said that he will kick in the door if I don't go with him!"
"What? Okay, get your things, no wait. Scratch that. Take the box and key that you got from your brother's room and take the phone and get out of there! Go to the place I told you to go! Now!" Macbeth hissed into the phone.
"Okay, I'm going to hang up now," Reece said.
"Okay, be careful. Call me when you get to the address I gave you," Macbeth said.
They both hanged up and Reece grabbed the box and slipped the key into her pocket just as the man banged on the door again, this time, Reece didn't know if the door would hold him again.
Reece ran to the window and yanked the window open, where she put one foot out, just as the man kicked the door in, stopping in the doorway when he saw Reece trying to leave.
"Oh, no you don't!" he yelled, showing sharp teeth that made Reece wanted to vomit. He ran over to her awkwardly like he didn't know how to run.
Reece flipped the other foot outside, but the man grabbed it, holding onto her ankle.
"Let go, creep!" Reece said, remembering that Macbeth said that if Skincrawlers got in reaching distance, that they could literally jump into your body and eat you from the inside out. Reece kicked with her un-free ankle, shaking it until she managed to smack him in the face with her foot, forcing him to let go. Reece sighed and threw her foot out the other side of the window and didn't look back as she climbed down, but soon regretted it when she could smell him as if he was right behind her, and when she did turn around, he was right behind her.
"I will get you!" he growled at her, sticking his arm out so that he could grab her, but Reece threw her body out of the way, landing the next story down on the fire escape ladder, dropping the box on the ground below her.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! No!" Reece yelled, jumping down to the ground to pick up the box. When she had the box in her hands, she turned around, just as she was pushed down to the wet ground.
"Now I have you! I can now kill you just like I killed your stupid brother," the Skincrawler said, bending over Reece, who's heart was beating the hardest that it had ever done in her life.
"What do you want from me?" Reece asked, whimpering.
"You life. I want you dead. And your going to die. From the inside out!" he said, showing four rows of sets teeth.
The Skincrawler leaned over Reece, who was trying to back up from him to make sure that he didn't touch her again because she was sure that if he did touch her again, she wouldn't be so lucky like she was when he had first grabbed her by the ankle.
"Get back here, you stupid mortal!" The Skincrawler yelled, grabbing her shoe. Reece didn't care if he touched her shoe because it wasn't skin to skin contact.
"My brother is not stupid!" Reece yelled, kicking him in the jaw, making him scream in pain.
From what Macbeth had told her, Skincrawlers were smart, but this one acted like a dummy. He didn't even try!
Just as Reece's rage came on, a fierce wind started, blowing right at the Skincrawler and Reece, her hair blowing in her face, causing her not to see anything. "Like I said, my brother is not stupid!" Reece didn't care if he was a Skincrawler or that he can jump into someone's skin and eat you from the inside out. Reece grabbed his shirt and pulled him close, shooting lightening by accident into his chest, just as Reece let go and jumped up to run, but stopped when she saw that the Skincrawler was on the ground dead, she didn't care if he was trying to kill her.
"Oh, my God. I just killed a person!" Reece said out loud.
Reece panicked and ran as fast as she could but not until she took one last look at the lifeless body laying on the cold hard ground behind her before taking off to the little shack on the outskirts of town.


Reece ran and ran until she made it to the shack, not even out of wind, which was good because she needed the air to cry after killing the Skincrawler.
What would the police say when they found the Skincrawler dead near the hotel that Reece was staying at? Would they think she did it? And if they did, will they think that she had killed her brother too?
Reece looked around to make sure that no one had followed her to the shack and slowly opened the old door that looked like it needed to be torn down. She peeked in and saw that it was pitch dark inside.
"Hello? Is anyone here?" Reece whispered, hoping that nothing would answer her back, stepping inside the dark shack.
When no one answered her, she sighed with relief and felt around on the walls to see if there was a light switch, but found none. She walked forward, running into what felt like a spiderweb and screamed, but stifled it with a slap of her hand over her mouth. When her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she saw that she hadn't run into a spider web, she had run into a light switch. She took hold of the string and pulled, light flooding the small shack.
Reece looked around and saw that Macbeth was right. No one has used it for a really long time. There was some crates full of something that Reece probably didn't want to know about and there was a table and a couple chairs that looked like if you sat something on them, they would crush under the weight. There was a few tools hanging on the wall and a old lawn mower that was taken apart.
Reece looked around again, but found nothing interesting about the place. So she sat down where she was in the dirt and pulled her knees up to her chin and cried. Well, more like bawled after she sat her brother's box down because she had no idea how to open it.
She cried because she didn't have a mother or a father or a brother to help her and all she had was a mean old lady to help her. Now she was in a dirty old shack crying her eyes out because she would rather be at her house, sleeping or listening to the sound of her brother snore from the other side of the wall in her room.
Suddenly, Reece lifted her head up, hearing something crunch. And again. And again.
Reece slowly got up and grabbed a shovel that was leaning against a crate and held it so tight, her knuckles turned white.
"Who's there?" Reece asked. "I am armed and I can hurt you if I wanted to!"
Reece held the shovel and spun around to see if someone was behind her.
"Who are you?" an unfamiliar male voice said from somewhere in the shack.
"I asked you first," Reece said, hoping it wasn't another Skincrawler.
"Well, I'll tell you, if you tell me first," he said.
Reece