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MIDAssassinWolf
Supernova
- Joined
- Oct 19, 2011
- Location
- Indianapolis, Indiana
It had been a normal day so far. Nothing seemed out of place. Ok, well it was as normal as it was going to get around here anyway. It was sad i, i know, living with my family still, and i should have been out on my own. I could be out living on my own, but yet for some reason i stayed. Maybe it was because since my father died years ago i figured my mother needed somebody in the house still. Hell, i would want somebody else in the house as well. Seeing how my little brother was annoying as hell.
It was still morning, around nine. Early for me being up. I normally slept until twelve. I shrugged it off as i looked over to my door. I'd been up for an hour now, maybe two. I wasn't keeping track. My little brother, still in his pj's was sneaking down the hall, or trying to anyway.
Without a sound i moved from the chair behind my desk. Dressed in black cargo pants, and a white t-shirt i picked up a pencil as i moved to the door. He didn't even notice me standing there as he kept moving. His hair was a dark brown, like mine, only i had colored my hair black a few months back.
A devil-ish grin seemed to reach my face as i stepped out into the hall and then flung the pencil from my hand. It hit right into the back of his head. He jumped when it hit him then spun around and looked at me with a glare. "Come now, you didn't think you where that good at sneaking around did you? What did you do this time? Or more like what are you up to now?" I asked with a rather smug grin on my face.
"Who said i was up to anything?" He asked. He was around the age of ten or so, that left twelve years difference on us. "Why not stick your nose in a book or something? Or call over your friends, get you out of the house, and out of my way you freak." He said.
"Why you little brat. I'll show you what a freak is." I said and i darted after my brother who just giggled as he darted off down the stairs. His name was Tommy, though it wasn't often i used his names in the mornings, or anytime after i had just woken up really.
"DON'T TOUCH ME!" He called over his shoulder, like a little school girl. Oh how i was going to love ringing his neck, once i got a hold of him.
"Stop running, and face me like a man, you little girl." I told him. We often played like this. Seeing how i was more of the tom-boy, i think it helped him growing up as well, since i was sure he might have been gay if i had been some preppy girl. I was his only older sibling, so he really had nobody else to pick on. I enjoyed picking him him as well. In fact i had been keeping him busy and out of our mother's hair since i had ended up staying here. I think it was clear, in a way, i had no real life.
By the time i had gotten Tommy, and was on the floor wrestling with him, i hear the front door shut. We both waited there for a while as he listened. Mom was home early it seemed. "Later dork." I said silently getting up and making my way back up the stairs that where close by, leaving him there with a lost face.
Closing my door i basically locked myself in there as i acted as though i hadn't even been awake. Our mother worked late nights. Not normal hours really, but after all somebody had to pull the night shifts i guess.
It wasn't until i heard Tommy scream that i poked my head out my door and silently moved to look down the stairs. A man was standing there, a gun in hand. The gun had a silencer on it(I know, who would have though i would have known much about guns right? You would be shocked though as to what all i really knew, compared to what i showed i might know.) and pointed right at the back of my mother's head.
My first thought was to go down and try to get them safe. That was until i watched him shoot my mother. I quickly moved back into my room just before Tommy tried to make a run for it, only to listen to the struggle.
Well, my morning had gone to hell rather fast, not something i had wanted. I locked my door though when there was no more sounds for a few minutes, then listened to footsteps, heading up the stairs.
With my back to the door i waited as they passed by before i moved over to grab my cell phone. I was careful about how loud i talked as i called the cops and waited as long as i could, listening to each door get open, until they tried my door. Locked, but how long would that hold him out?
Dropping the phone when the doorknob was blown off, i dropped and slid under the bed before the door swung open. Fighting back the fear i had the was already threatening me into loosing control and break down, i watched his feet and waited. Seemed like forever until he headed for the door. He didn't keep going though. Stopping and turning back around i tensed and waited, no way out, i was trapped when he came down and found me, pulling me out from under the bed kicking and screaming.
"Shhhh. I'm not going to hurt you." He said as he finally pulled me to my feet, and held me firmly in place.
"Like the way you 'didn't' hurt my family?!" I said, glaring at him. Despite my cold and hard look i tossed at him, i couldn't seem to keep the tears locked away like i wanted to.
"No, i've got plans for you." He told me as he seemed to act like he wanted something i wasn't going to give him without a fight about. "Spring rain." He whispered in my ear after having seemed to sniff at me. I just looked at him when he pulled back. "Never mind." He said as he shoved me out the door. "Knowing how this goes, and the phone i had seen on the floor, you've already called the cops anyway. So, i'm not going to kill you. Instead, i'm about to frame you child." He told me, being straight out about it as he took me down to the kitchen.
"Sit right here." He said, sounding as if i had a choice, as he forced me to sit in the chair at the table. I watched him as he emptied what shells he had left in his gun, and took the silencer off, before placing the gun in my hands. "Now, you aren't going to move from this spot until the cops get here. If you don't listen to me, then when you step out of this house, i'll shoot you." He said before leaving me to sit there like he wanted and left while i was stuck waiting for the cops to show up.
It was still morning, around nine. Early for me being up. I normally slept until twelve. I shrugged it off as i looked over to my door. I'd been up for an hour now, maybe two. I wasn't keeping track. My little brother, still in his pj's was sneaking down the hall, or trying to anyway.
Without a sound i moved from the chair behind my desk. Dressed in black cargo pants, and a white t-shirt i picked up a pencil as i moved to the door. He didn't even notice me standing there as he kept moving. His hair was a dark brown, like mine, only i had colored my hair black a few months back.
A devil-ish grin seemed to reach my face as i stepped out into the hall and then flung the pencil from my hand. It hit right into the back of his head. He jumped when it hit him then spun around and looked at me with a glare. "Come now, you didn't think you where that good at sneaking around did you? What did you do this time? Or more like what are you up to now?" I asked with a rather smug grin on my face.
"Who said i was up to anything?" He asked. He was around the age of ten or so, that left twelve years difference on us. "Why not stick your nose in a book or something? Or call over your friends, get you out of the house, and out of my way you freak." He said.
"Why you little brat. I'll show you what a freak is." I said and i darted after my brother who just giggled as he darted off down the stairs. His name was Tommy, though it wasn't often i used his names in the mornings, or anytime after i had just woken up really.
"DON'T TOUCH ME!" He called over his shoulder, like a little school girl. Oh how i was going to love ringing his neck, once i got a hold of him.
"Stop running, and face me like a man, you little girl." I told him. We often played like this. Seeing how i was more of the tom-boy, i think it helped him growing up as well, since i was sure he might have been gay if i had been some preppy girl. I was his only older sibling, so he really had nobody else to pick on. I enjoyed picking him him as well. In fact i had been keeping him busy and out of our mother's hair since i had ended up staying here. I think it was clear, in a way, i had no real life.
By the time i had gotten Tommy, and was on the floor wrestling with him, i hear the front door shut. We both waited there for a while as he listened. Mom was home early it seemed. "Later dork." I said silently getting up and making my way back up the stairs that where close by, leaving him there with a lost face.
Closing my door i basically locked myself in there as i acted as though i hadn't even been awake. Our mother worked late nights. Not normal hours really, but after all somebody had to pull the night shifts i guess.
It wasn't until i heard Tommy scream that i poked my head out my door and silently moved to look down the stairs. A man was standing there, a gun in hand. The gun had a silencer on it(I know, who would have though i would have known much about guns right? You would be shocked though as to what all i really knew, compared to what i showed i might know.) and pointed right at the back of my mother's head.
My first thought was to go down and try to get them safe. That was until i watched him shoot my mother. I quickly moved back into my room just before Tommy tried to make a run for it, only to listen to the struggle.
Well, my morning had gone to hell rather fast, not something i had wanted. I locked my door though when there was no more sounds for a few minutes, then listened to footsteps, heading up the stairs.
With my back to the door i waited as they passed by before i moved over to grab my cell phone. I was careful about how loud i talked as i called the cops and waited as long as i could, listening to each door get open, until they tried my door. Locked, but how long would that hold him out?
Dropping the phone when the doorknob was blown off, i dropped and slid under the bed before the door swung open. Fighting back the fear i had the was already threatening me into loosing control and break down, i watched his feet and waited. Seemed like forever until he headed for the door. He didn't keep going though. Stopping and turning back around i tensed and waited, no way out, i was trapped when he came down and found me, pulling me out from under the bed kicking and screaming.
"Shhhh. I'm not going to hurt you." He said as he finally pulled me to my feet, and held me firmly in place.
"Like the way you 'didn't' hurt my family?!" I said, glaring at him. Despite my cold and hard look i tossed at him, i couldn't seem to keep the tears locked away like i wanted to.
"No, i've got plans for you." He told me as he seemed to act like he wanted something i wasn't going to give him without a fight about. "Spring rain." He whispered in my ear after having seemed to sniff at me. I just looked at him when he pulled back. "Never mind." He said as he shoved me out the door. "Knowing how this goes, and the phone i had seen on the floor, you've already called the cops anyway. So, i'm not going to kill you. Instead, i'm about to frame you child." He told me, being straight out about it as he took me down to the kitchen.
"Sit right here." He said, sounding as if i had a choice, as he forced me to sit in the chair at the table. I watched him as he emptied what shells he had left in his gun, and took the silencer off, before placing the gun in my hands. "Now, you aren't going to move from this spot until the cops get here. If you don't listen to me, then when you step out of this house, i'll shoot you." He said before leaving me to sit there like he wanted and left while i was stuck waiting for the cops to show up.
