Muffled shouting could be heard as several sets of footfalls bounced off the wood floor when more entered. Mother quickly went on to pick me up and opened a small trapdoor that led to a small store hidden at the end of my bed. "Go, Mateneal." She ordered as she sat me on the top step. "Be quiet, little cub..." She whispered. I simply gave a worried nod and stepped down the steps quietly, believing that my mother would follow behind. Before I could react properly, my mother shut the door and left me alone with rays of of faint light trickling through small cracks in the floor. I could see my mother step over to the the closet and hid herself among the clothes and shut the door. Just after the click of the door latch, the door leading from the living room was kicked in. I could see the vague details of a burly man... A bare forearm tattooed with a black dragon coiled around it and a heavy goatee covering his lower half of his face. He slowly walked with a limp as he surveyed the room for anything worth taking. My mother, uncomfortably resting inside the closet, shifted around slightly until a small creak of a floorboard could be heard by me. The man immediately turned his head to the closet before an evil smile slowly crept across his face. He stepped over with nearly painfully slow footsteps, making both me and my mother fear that he found either of us.
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