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So this is the first chapter of my new book called Lost Girl! let me know what you guys think.

Chapter one

I sat on the couch with a head on my lap. I scratched behind his ears and his tail slapped against the cushion. I smiled down at the dog and laughed when he bopped my nose with his. I looked around the dark room as a strange feeling washed over me. It was as if I was being watched. The only light was the huge TV in front of me on the wall. The light just reached the small table in the right corner of the room that was a little way in front of the stairs. The lights from the kitchen reached down the hallway and around the corner on the left colliding with the tv light. On the couch next to me there were two dogs;one small, one big. The tiny dog in the far corner of the couch was named Bella and the one on my lap was named Bailey. Bella was a small black and white super mutt; a dog descending from ancestors who were mixed breed while Bailey was a black Labrador pitbull mix. Bailey panted happily as I continued to scratch behind his ears until both dogs shoot to their feet. 
"What's wrong?" I asked them concerned getting on my feet. Bella ran over to the white door and sniffed it. Bailey growled walking up against my leg as I walked over to the door. I looked through the small window in the middle of the door checking for any threats. I looked down the road and squinted. Down the road was a tall figure in black walking towards the house. I doubled check the locks and quickly shut off the tv. Bella started barking furiously and I shushed her. "Outside. Now." I whispered to them and they ran to the back door in the kitchen. I ran after them and let them out. "Stay queit and hide in the shead." I told them before closing the door and watching them run into the shead through the glass door. I threw some plates onto the sink and turned the light off. I locked the back door before swiftly making my way upstairs and to my parents old room. I silently opened the door and opened the secret closet. I grabbed the shashed sword in the back corner and swung the strap over my shoulder. I closed the closet, locked it and left the room with no trace of me ever being in there. I locked my sisters old room's door and ran back downstairs. There was a knock at the down and I froze. They knocked again and my hand instantly went to the hilt of the sword. I heard the locks slowly unlock from the outside before the door flew open. I crouched in the corner behind the table as I watched as they walked in; their boats thumping against the wood-tiled floor, the cigarette in their mouth smoking. I gulped as I analyze them. They were tall and buff completely cover in black. They had a hat and sunglasses on hiding their face. They looked around the room before closing the door and locking it. 
'No getting out now.' I thought to myself. 
"I know your here." A rough and low voice rang through the silence. The man walked towards the bathroom which was in a tiny hallway next to the tv wall. He kicked the door open and grunted finding no one there. "If you don't show yourself I  have my ways of making you." He said and I could hear the smirk in his voice. I stood, drawing my sword; it glowed a soft sliver in the dim light from the curtained windows. He turned to me at the sound of the sword being drawn and ripped his sunglasses away. His dark eyes pieced through me and he stared at me. His eyes trailed from my face to the sword in my right hand which was now above my head.
"Who are you and why are you in my house?" I growled not taking my eyes off him as he crossed the room standing at the other end of table. He gave a low chuckle his eyes glaring at me. 
"Your house? Ha! I believe you don't own this house youngster." He said.
"Your right. I don't own the house." I told him angrily. "My parents did."
"And where are they?" He asked me calmly.
"Dead." I stated. "Along with my sister and uncle." He gave me a cruel smiled pulling the cigarette out of his mouth. He put a gloved finger on the end before throwing it over his shoulder. I grinted my teeth and glared at him. "Get. Out. Of. My. House." I told him forcefully. He laughed again and drew a dagger from his belt.
"I don't think so." He threw the dagger at my head and I ducked. I rolled under the table and shoot to me feet. I blocked another attack with my sword and stepped back. "Not much of a fighter are you?" 
'No. Not an attack, a observer.' I thought. There are 3 positions in fighting; an attacker, a blocker and a observer. The attacker is constantly attack their opponent, the blocker is always blocking their opponents attacks and the observer observes their opponent waiting for an opening then they attack. I watched as he retrieved his dagger from the wall now holding one in each hand. He walked around the table towards me, backing me into the corner. 
"Theres no where to run." He told me smiling down at me since he was a few feet taller. I looked down at his open legs and reshatched my sword. I crouched making him raise an eyebrow before I rolled between his legs. He reacted fast swiping at my leg. The tip of his dagger dug into my left leg causing my roll to end short. A sat in the ground stunned staring at the dagger in my leg. I stupidly pulled the dagger out causing the blood to pour out. Dizziness rushed over me and I held my head trying to focus my eyes. 
"Stupid girl." I heard the man growl. I looked up at him as dots dotted my vision. 
"You will pay." I growled before passing out.
Or at least I thought that's what happened.