6

BANG! goes a gun and with a 'THUD', henchman on the right falls limply to the ground. Blood blossoms from a circular wound on his forehead, no one seems to mind though as the goons waiting outside jump in through the windows, I mean, what using the door like proper people.

Salvatore slams his knee into one of the many goons, knocking the air out of him, then bang goes his gun twice and two others go down. His handling himself okay and while I honestly would love to be a spectator in this bloody fiasco going down in my house, the universe had other plans for me.

Two make their way towards me with agilely dodging their flying comrades. No way would I be sitting duck, I turn tail and make my way up the stairs and of course they follow along with another comrade. Three bastards after the life of a ten year old kid with just five day torture and back to back knowledge of his single storied apartment. I reach the top and throw myself to the ground, a knife flies overhead, I don't pay attention to it, my whole body is shivering in pure excitement and adrenaline coursing through my veins. I will survive, I must survive, I will meet him, the one in my dreams.

With a hop, I push of the ground, while picking the knife that had fell few inches above my head and without even bothering to aim I do a flip, sending the knife through the air and with a puchi sound, it digs itself into the groin area of bastard two. He screams in agony but I'm already making my way to my room. Slamming it open I leap to my bed and out the window, standing precariously on the balcony, I turn around and face the bastards after my life. I finally notice the owl mask on their face.

"Can we talk this over?", my voice is more shaky than I would want it to be, but it for good reason, I could lose my life at any given moment damnit!. 'Thwip', a chain flies towards me, my knees it goal, with a hop, I dodge it leaving myself open to the bastard one. He grabs me by waist, pulling me into himself for a crushing bear hug, I let him. And just as I slam into him, I drive the knife hidden in my gloves into his eyes, both his eyes. He yells loudly as he let me go, bastard three looks surprised for just one second and swings his chain towards me, I dodge with a roll, after all, I was already dropped by the bear looking bastard one and make my way once again for the door, aiming to leave the room before he pulls his chain back for another attack.

Without looking back, I'm out the door and there lies bastard two, his hand on his groin and screaming loudly, blood pooled underneath him. Bouncing off his arched back I jump, grabbing hold of the chandelier hanging above and letting it swing me across the length of the corridor before letting go. I fall roughly, but I pay no mind, pushing off instead and jumping into the open door on my right, narrowly dodging another flying blade. What wrong with this bastards and blades anyway, didn't their mother teach them not to play with sharp objects? Fucking wretches.

With my full understanding of the topography of dad's room, I slid right into the open bathroom door, not bothering to close it and jumping into the tub. I lie there, trying to regulate my breathing and a knife in hand. Though I had no idea when they would come, I had already made my own childish preparations. I could hear his footsteps as he scoured carefully through father's room in search for me, purposefully ignoring the open bathroom door. Damnit, his too careful.

I step out, my breathing slightly calmer now, as I walk out the door, hoping for the best. And the best I had, was the fucker sitting quite comfortably on dad's bed, eyes on the bathroom door.

"I... um, I mean, do you like cookies?", I have no idea what I'm doing, I'm not prepared for this, I've been lucky so far, but right now, oh Saints.

"I don't want to kill you, if you don't fight back, I will tie you up and take you away silently, if you do try to put up any struggle, then I will slit your throat, right here and right now". Bastard three spoke with, turns out this one's female, so should I call her bastardess? A female bastard, does that even make sense?.

"You have a pleasant voice, can we be friends? I promise dad will accept you. Mum makes the best cookies too, you'll love them. Let's just stop here okay?." I try to reason with her and that when it hit me how fucked a situation I am in right now. I shouldn't have stopped running, I had hoped she would. fall into the trap I had kept in dad's bathroom but she didn't, and I can't fight her head-on either.

I slump to my knees and begin to sob silently, "please don't kill me, I beg you". I take off the mask dad had given me when we heard the knock on the door earlier. I sob even harder, unable to even form coherent words anymore.

"Don't move", she says as she pulls her belt off, fuck, she's a pedophile, goddamnit! As if things aren't bad enough, she plans to take my seed before disposing of me?. I can't help but cry even harder. This world is too damn cruel.

Taken aback by the effort I put in making myself all snotty and red eyed with tears, she purses slightly before she makes her way closer. Her hands still holds the rope, as she squats to face me. I hold my mouth I cry even harder as terror grips me hard at the sheer cruelty of this lady. Oh my virginity, I'm not prepared for this at all.

"Can you stop crying now, I said I won't kill you if you let me bind you", she sounds less edgy now, like an aunty trying to stop the neighbors kid from making too much a fuss. I pay no mind though as I give it my all. My eyes is all red and snot dripping from my nose, I'm a mess.

"Damn kids", she mutters, "I will just have to knock you out then", she says, not that I will let that happen though. My left hand which has been on the ground shoots up immediately, she had let her guard down just as I hoped, making her movements a tad slower than mind. The finger length blade hidden in my gloves drives up her jaw with terrifying precision. Said blade was hidden alongside the knife in the bathtub, thus when I made my way out, I had hidden it in my gloves, dropped the knife when I begun crying, while keeping the now bloody blade covered by both my hand and the floor.

"You...", she tries to speak, her eyes are widened in shock, apparently not expecting me to pull a move like this. "Sorry, I don't want to die either, it's either you or me". I say quietly as she drops dead. It isn't over yet though, I have to keep moving, yet no matter how I try, I can't find strength in me to get up, the adrenaline is gone now, and all that is left is a sick feeling in my stomach, a voice in my head keeps ringing again and again, it whispers silently, carrying with it the tone of the dead woman before me.

It says, "you're a murderer, you're a murderer", again and again. I have no idea how long I sat there listening to her whispers of pain, her vengeful voice full of hate, I agree with her, the one I killed.

"I am a murderer".