As it starts

A loud voice from downstairs woke Max up from his sleep. He looked around in confusion before getting to his feet and heading down.

"What's the matter, June?" He looked at the dinner table set before him.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Karla asked him. Karla is Max's mother but is often mistaken for his sister because of how young and appealing she looks despite being in her mid-thirties. June took after her mother with her long flowing brown hair and cute dark brown eyes.

She drops the last dish on the table. Garry, the father of the house is sitting at the table as he watches the news through his phone. He has dark red hair and sharp dark eyes and always wears a serious look underneath his glasses.

"The killings have gone up lately", he said as he focused on the news.

"All these killings have really got everyone on edge," Karla replies.

"Yes, that's correct and it's bad for business. I just hope this ends soon because this new curfew just isn't working for me."

Garry was a workaholic who preferred working in his office to home. He turns off his phone as they all sit at the table and say a short prayer.

"Wait, where is Alexa?" Max asks because he feels that something is off. Immediately, they hear a high-pitched scream outside.

"ALEXA!!" June shouts as she rushes to the backyard.

"Calm down June!" Max shouts as he follows suit. As they open the door leading to the back, June screams in terror as she sees Alexa's body drenched in blood as she lay there lifeless. Max couldn't understand what was happening. It all happened too fast. He just stands there dumbfounded as his sister shouts in horror while holding Alexa's body.

Their parents are running to them but stop in their tracks as bullets hit their heads. Max turns and sees his parent's bodies lying on the floor as blood from the bullet hole covers their heads. Max could not process what was happening. He pinches himself severely to check if he was sleeping but to his dismay, he was not. He begins to move back; he can only hear his loud heartbeat as though it wants to break free from his chest. He stumbles over a dead body and falls flat on another. He stands in utter confusion.

Wasn't there only one dead body here, he thought to himself.

The truth immediately dawns on him, but he tries to deny it. He begins to cry as he holds his two sisters in his arms. He could not remember the last time he cried this much or the last time he hugged his siblings, but one thing was for sure. He was next. He couldn't understand why this had to happen to him. He felt that this was a bad dream, and that he would soon wake up. The tears refused to stop flowing as he hugged his sisters. He didn't know what to do at this moment. What could he do? He was going to die and that more than anything really scared him. As he continues to wail, a gunshot shatters the flowerpot beside him, jolting him away from his overwhelming sorrow and back to reality.

"Now be a good boy and get up."

The voice was hoarse and deep, but it was very familiar. So much so that he could recognize it anywhere. More tears streamed down his eyes. Things were going for the worse. How could so much misfortune happen in the span of minutes? His unfruitful 17 years were about to come to an end with a man he thought he could trust. He put up his hands in the air and turned towards the man. He couldn't help but curse at life and especially at himself. At this point, he had stopped thinking, he was riddled with so much grief that he wanted to fall to the ground and weep till he dies and with so much rage that he didn't know what to do.

He stood up and looked at the culprit, who was shrouded in the darkness of night. His eyes filled with anger and despair as he gazed at this man he thought was so close to him.

"I love the look in your eyes."

The man was grinning wildly which makes Max all the angrier. How could he smile after what he did? Doesn't he feel any remorse? Of course, he doesn't. Damn it! Why me? Why my family? How could you?

The man stopped at his front and put the gun in his pocket and sighs. Max's mind was fully of unanswered questions, sorrow beyond measure, pure anger, and hatred towards the man in front of him.

The man pulls out a cigarette and a lighter. Using that opportunity, Max threw himself at the man. Grabbing the pen in his pocket, he attempted to stab it into one of the man's eye socket. The man didn't expect this and wasn't able to fully dodge it as he steps back. Max manages to stab him below his clavicle. He scratches the man's face as he shouts. He picks up a piece of wood and slams it into his head several times before running into the house.

The man groans and pulls out the pen.

"That stupid brat."

The man grunted as he pulled out a switch from his pocket,

"And I was planning to let him live. Such a shame ". He pressed the button, and the house explodes.

A few minutes later,

The whole place is filled with firefighters, police office, and news casters. All have the same thing in mind. THE ACE KILLER HAS STRUCK AGAIN!