THEREXION'S PROFILE

Quickly sitting up out of my bed, I look around frantically for the source of the noise. There doesn’t appear to be anything in sight, but something just seems… off. Placing my feet on the cold, wood floor, I quietly stalk out of my bedroom and into the hallway. “All’s quiet…” I mutter to myself as I glance both ways. A crash in the living room catches my attention. I walk through the barren hallway, taking note that the noise doesn’t seem to have disturbed any of my family members—despite them being much closer than I.
Creeping into the living room, I see a strange black silhouette sitting against the back wall near the fish-tank. It seems otherwise occupied and doesn’t notice me. I sneak around the room to get a better look; the darkness of the night and the lack of lamps don’t help much. I close in on the draped figure; it’s somewhat tall and seems to be hunched over something. A black cloak over its body prevents me from distinguishing any noteworthy features. Suddenly, it turns my direction warily and glances about the room. For a moment I think it sees me; but it turns around and goes back to whatever it was doing. Closing in further, I sit behind the couch near him—only four feet away from the offender. I grope my sweaty hand on the floor around me, looking for something to use as a weapon. My hand lands on a small, toy baseball bat.
“This’ll have to do…” I whisper quietly. Then, throwing off my previous secrecy, I stand and confront the visitor.
“Hey!” I shout as loud and commanding as a ten-year old can. “What are you doing in my house!” The loud noise startles it and it turns around to face me. For a moment it considers fleeing, but it seems to take note of my size. I can almost feel it smiling under the shadows.
“Go to bed, kid, before your parents have to have your funeral.” He threatens with a deep voice. Sweat is beading down my pale face and coats my arms. I am afraid; but I do my best not to show it. Whether he knew or not I couldn’t say.
“You need to get outta my house, butthead!” I state, lifting the 2-foot bat a bit higher, readying myself for any sudden movements. He stands straight up, revealing his towering height. From my guess, he was about 6 feet. That’s 2 1/5 feet taller than me. I take a cautious step back, raising my weapon a bit higher. As I do, he advances upon me, swinging a gleaming metal object in my direction. It barely misses me as I jump back, startled.
He brought a knife.
I scream at the top of my lungs, hoping that I live another day. Swinging the bat wildly, I try to hit him anywhere. I miss each and every time. I can feel his cocky smirk bearing down on me; I know he’s laughing under that hood. Taking a few more steps back, I feel around for my dad’s pistol. He’s kept it around ever since we were robbed two years ago. Gripping the cold steel in my hand, I pull it up to height and aim it at the intruder. He is visibly shocked by this and moves backwards.
“N-now hold on a moment…” He stammers; his voice cracking. “You d-don’t have…” Then he straightens up.
“You wouldn’t dare. You’re just a kid.” I stared hard at him. His cockiness fades as he takes a few more steps back. Something in my eyes told him I wasn’t kidding around.
Good, I think angrily. Because I’m not.
“Get out!” I demand. He, nearly tripping over his feet, dashes for the door and vanishes into the night, leaving it swaying solemnly in the night breeze. I place the gun back on the table and fall to my knees. My entire body is drenched in sweat; I was scared to death. At least the ploy worked… who knows what would’ve happened had he realized the gun wasn’t real. I sighed. It’s over, I told myself. For now, it’s over.
I went back into my room and lay on my bed, brooding over everything that had happened. I wouldn’t sleep that night, and a few nights after that, but… I guess it was going to happen somewhere—to someone. Deep in my heart I’m glad it was me.

Though it should be "Wondering where the rest is", instead of "are".