WHEN BLADE AND RIFLE MELDED WITH EACH OTHER

PROLOGUE

Lesley's POV

"Father?" My small hands reached my room's doorknob. I went out and it was my father I called first. There was a loud noises outside. It was so unusual. Our place is a quiet one.

I stopped in my midtrack when I saw my father with my mother and sisters. "What was the noise outside?" I asked.

They all just looked at me with worried eyes.

"What's happening?" I can't suppress the sharpness in my voice. I know there's something wrong.

I looked at the direction of the door when I heard footsteps. Not noticing my father reach his rifle.

Bang! Sound of a door kicking from outside.

My chest thudding with fear. "Father.. What is really happening?"

"Our Land is invading by our rivals. Hide everyone," he said as his eyes never leaves the door's direction. "Hide, Lesley. They're already here."

I absentmindedly follow him. I hide at the back of the sofa near me. Close enough to see how my father fought for our lives.

He fired shots one by one towards our evil guests. He is an expert in fighting. But there's a lot of them. My father is alone. Exactly in front of me, I saw my father rained with bullets. He was shot in head, shoulders, chest, abdomen. He is literally showering with blood.

I was shivering with fear, disbelief and anger.

"Father.." I uttered, not sure if there's a voice came out from me. Tears are flowing down to my cheeks.

My father is a good man. He taught us to be generous, peaceful, and polite. But now, I wished he taught me to fight as well.

I am still looking at my father's body when I heard my mother and sister's shrieking. The evils saw them hiding under the table.

My eyes widened. They rained with bullets, too. I know I shout as I run towards my father's long black rifle. I grabbed it, and pointed to them. They were very surprised and I took that moment to killed them one by one.

"Aaaahh!!" I shot the two men near me. And the man near the door. And in the window. And so on. Tears still flowing endlessly. "You will all pay for this!" I'm gritting my teeth with so much anger. If I will die, I'd rather want to die with them.

My father didn't taught me how to hold rifle but I always watch him everytime he was using it. And now, I am grateful that I did.

I am still triggering the rifle when I notice no one's standing anymore except me.

I killed them all? I looked everywhere, making sure that there's no enemies anymore. When I saw nothing, I sighed faintly. "Why did this happen to us?" I asked in just above whisper voice. Still crying.

I went back to my families' dead body. They were all in unimaginable situation. My sobs became wail. I sat in the floor beside them as I cover my eyes to stop it from crying.

"Why did this happen?!" I shouted in the air. I don't know how many times I've asked that question. But I don't want an answer. What I needed was a bloody revenge!

"Father.." I'm holding my father's hands tightly, trembling.. not wanting to let him go.

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