Be Mine, I'm Yours

"Destroy everything and leave nothing!"

The command in loud voice was heard after the main door of the house was easily broken into by several men with full bodies. Several men in headgear entered with guns in their hands. Start scattering looking for the whereabouts of the host and some other people who start slamming things around them.

The sound of objects being thrown without using force continued to float in various directions and land where they weren't supposed to be. Screams rang out with several people returning downstairs and taking the occupants of the house with them.

"GET OFF US!"

"Please let us go ..."

Three occupants of the house were deliberately slammed to the floor. Several other men went back upstairs to look for more people while destroying the items they found and some were standing guard near the three occupants of the house. It doesn't matter whose owns it or even feels scared. There is no such dual nature for now. Politeness doesn't matter anymore either.

Finger tapping is heard. Right in front of the three squatting human bodies, a young man with a face covered in a mask was sitting relaxed. Take things into account before a decision is made.

"Sir Alden Allison. Nice to see you again, but my goal is different this time."

The squatting old man dared to stare. No one would know who the person behind the headgear was unless they recognized him even by just the sound. Alden wanted to ask who he was, but the look in his opponent's eyes made him startled. He seemed to know who it was, but it was better to keep it hidden.

The young man took out a handheld knife and played with it. The three people in front of him were still loyally curious about what he was going to do, until a small knife stabbed the thigh of the youngest woman sitting at the end. Making a cry full of pain immediately invaded anyone's sense of hearing. There is no power over it, except to hope for mercy on one person. And that … Him.

Dorr!

The cry of pain was heard again. This time by the middle-aged woman who was in the middle with fresh blood coming out of her calf from the bullet that suddenly struck. The head of the household could only look down, unable to see the state of his injured family members. And again, it was because of the youth who covered his face in front of them.

"What are you doing? Why hurt us for no reason?" asked the young woman as a princess with pain in her hand. The look on her face was really in pain, but no one wanted to help her.

The young man who had been sitting down started to move after putting his gun back. Crouched right in front of the princess and drew the knife with great emphasis. That eye contained everything that was hidden. He leaned over and whispered something to the young woman. Making the princess then silent and looked down in fear.

The young man was still holding the knife covered in blood and approached the old man. "Your face is too calm even though you have so much to hide behind these people, Mr. Alden," his growled, slashing the skin of the old man's face.

The old man didn't say a word, even as his face felt like it was going to explode from slice after slice that the young man was doing. His skin was burning with the stainless steel thing that kept playing on his face without feeling guilty. Until the young man got up and sat back down in the chair in front of them and the old man could breathe a little more calmly. Even though the pain is getting worse.

Knock after knock sounded again. The three humans who were victims looked down languidly with all the pain they felt in each part. Especially with the sound of things being deliberately slammed here and there by the male followers, making the fear of attack even more.

No one dared to make a sound, only knocks and objects falling over each other made a sound. The rest, no human wants to say. Even the young man himself. As if the tap of his finger could make everything he wanted immediately come true, including killing everyone here though.

The young man took another gun and played with it. Played the trigger and rotate slowly. A game that always adds its charm for people who enjoy it.

Three human bodies were still sitting down with blood splattered out from several parts. The fear was heightened by several other men who entered the house with several weapons. The flawless skin was proud of before was no longer there. All had been peeled off by the thin slice of the dagger and pierced by the bullet. Dirty with splatters of fresh blood that slowly concentrates. Crying is no longer heard and one can only hope for a miracle. Unfortunately, it won't show up for now.

Long enough just playing finger taps. Now the young man took out a knife that was bigger than before. Staring full at the engrossed old man with his face lowered in fear. Life is not always smooth with what you want right? And that made the young man grip the knife even more tightly until finally…

Bees ...

The man's head with a tired expression rolled on the floor along with someone's chuckle. A voice that anyone who heard it would know that him was the ruler of today. He is... The wounded man.

The two women who saw the head of their family suffer such a terrible fate could only close their eyes helplessly. Tears are no longer left with the sadness that confiscates. Death only had to pick them up. Whether it's seconds, minutes, or even hours. No one knows except the man who hid his face there who determined their current life.

"Sir. There's no one else inside."

Those dark eyes focused on the old woman. "Where is your other daughter."

There is no answer. The old woman just looked down with a trembling body, holding back all fear and also with her hands clasping each other with her daughter. She will not tell where his other daughter is. If the man wanted herself and her family dead then she would have given up now but she wouldn't have told where her daughter was. Won't arrive.

A thunderous laugh was heard. Make anyone's ears can not stand the strong buzz. Everyone lower their heads, including the man's followers. The sound of laughter that wouldn't come out was without ulterior motives and was avoided by all of his followers, and the old lady toyed with by not answering her Master's question.

Dorr!

The body of the younger woman lay on her mother's lap. Its head is hollow with bullets that enter rapidly and spit out blood fiercely. There was only one person left with a body that was shaking more and more uncontrollably and a head that was bowing even more. The atmosphere grew tense with heavy footsteps approaching. Squatting right in front of the old woman.

"Even if you die, no one will pity you."

The gun was pointed right in front of the old woman's face. Making the eyes that were originally sad turn red with suppressed emotions then turn to the man with the cover head. There was only one question running through her mind at the moment. What exactly did they do wrong for this massacre to happen? So far, their family life has been fine, but who would have thought there was someone who longed for their death? And that… Happened today.

"Pray for your forgiveness before my bullet penetrates." The young man said coldly with his eyes getting darker. Delivering on the belief that everything will go according to his will. Nothing can prevent it. Bad fate has arrived and now is the time to go.

The old woman closed her eyes. Following the young man's words and the hot metal, she felt her. Breach into his eyes with unbearable pain. And everything…

Been gone forever.