Killers
My aunt, mother, sister, two young brothers and myself step out of a car in my driveway. It's eerily silent around my home, and rightfully so: we know that the sociopath is inside. He had finally cracked, and was now acting completely without conscience or sympathy. He wanted our blood. My aunt goes to the door first and haphazardly walks inside, I do not notice though how unaware she seems to be of certain danger. We five follow, but my mother quietly turns away and heads back to the car. I hardly detect her leaving, in favor of what I see when I enter the house - butcher knives, literally everywhere. They've been lodged into the floor, walls, and ceiling.
I try to warn my sister, but she's followed my aunt curiously into the kitchen. I turn in the doorway and become aware of an axe lying near the steps. I pick it up, and though deathly afraid I still walk into the house. I enter just in time to see my two toddler brothers running up the stairs. My heart stops, and I seize them before they reach the top. "What are you doing!" I berate them, "Don't you know there's a dangerous man up there?!"
They ignore me and quickly run off to my aunt and sister. For a moment I wonder why noone else is alert to the wrongness of our situation, why I'm the only one being careful while there is a cold-blooded murderer in our home...when I see him.
His shaved head peeks around the corner at the top of the stairs, and he smiles. I scream as he descends, and when he reaches towards me I raise the axe above my head. As I swing it down he grabs the handle, and obviously defeated I let go and run outside where a new horror awaits me. My mother is screaming and trying to shoot a musket at my father, who effortlessly holds the other side away from his body.
Tears begin to swell in my eyes, and instinctively I run towards them. I grab hold of the side my mother has and try to pull the trigger. My father taunts my aid and yanks the gun from us, striking her hard with the butt of it. She falls to the ground and I lurch for the musket. I'm able to rip it free of him and aiming for his stomach I pull the trigger. The machine only clicks, and I cry harder as I realize I've never worked a gun before. I think back to movies I've seen that boasted gunfire, and try to remember exactly how they made the guns work. My father nears me slowly, still taunting, and I am constantly backing away. I yank the gun upwards then downwards, and hear a click. This gives me hope and I aim again. When I pull the trigger I am dissapointed once more, as nothing is fired. Now I turn and run.
I look back and see my sister walking past him. He mentions to her that I don't even know that I have to take the lock off before the gun can fire. I also see that he somehow has gotten another musket. With this piece of advice I frantically search the gun, and find a switch on the front. I change it to "off", and turn to fire. Looking back I see my father with his gun ready, and I begin to run in zigzags hoping it will cause him to miss. He does, though the bullet nearly hits my arm. We continue in a pattern: I'll fire a bullet, miss, and run in a random order while he aims for me. "If you don't know how to shoot," he finally orders, "Give me the gun." He appears closer than I thought, and as he reaches towards the gun I fire, and this time I don't miss.
He staggers and I run back towards the house. When I once again turn in his direction, he's still standing. Sobbing still, I pull the trigger once more and land a bullet in his head. This is enough to make him fall. Next I see my sister approach him with a sword. Without hesitation she stabs him through the back. I scream at seeing this and run around the house, to a peculiar sight.
My mother is on the porch with policeman, and her face gives away no hint of the previous madness. She sees me crying and instructs for me to calm down. Police are around her. "They're handling everything," she says. "The sociopath is in custody, and noone got hurt." A bit relieved I come nearer, when I see my father standing behind her.
I immediately revert back to a crazed state. "I have to kill him!" I yell. I cry this over and over. He does not make eye contact with me. My mother speaks for him. "He won't hurt us anymore." She comes over to take the musket, but I resist. Something inside tells me that I know I won't kill him...yet I can't stop repeating it.
"I have to...I have to kill him!"