“I’m sorry for your loss Red” said Runner. “So who’s next?” “I am” said Tears. “I lost my parents as well, but not by someone else’s hands, but by my own. Ever sins I can remember I was beaten, molested, and treated like dirt by my parents. We were rich and lived in a large house with many rooms, none of which I was allowed in. There was a secret door in the living room I knew about that led to the basement, I know because I was taken there by my father once. A dank, dark, large room with a horrible smell, there were knives hanging everywhere painting on the wall of demonic beings and sacrifices blood on the floor and a single table in the middle with clamps and chains on it to hold a person down.
I was never given anything by my parents, no birthday parties, no Christmas, I had nothing at all. My father was a horrible man, always yelling at every one, beating me and my mother, kicking the dogs when he pleased, and starving me when he deemed it necessary. I can recall several days when people came over to our house, they came willingly, probably thinking they were there for dinner or something, they would all get killed after talking to my parents in the living room or be tricked, forced or lured into the basement. I would hear screams coming from downstairs, Men women and children’s screams all echoing through the house, horrible screams of pain and agony, going on for days and days, and then, always in the morning, they would be gone. After many torturous days, the screams would always stop, and then my parents would come back out of the basement and retreat to their room.
Today was different, today a large black car pulled up in front of the house, this was not the kind of car that would usually drive in, not a family car, or a workers truck, this was a car made to hide those inside from sight, get away from anywhere fast, and smash through gates and walls when needed. Three men in strange outfits stepped out, they looked like ninjas, tight dark suits pockets and straps, thick with padding, probably against bullets. They were all holding many guns, each with two in hand and several attached to their legs, chest and back, one even had a very large gun, with chains of bullets hanging out. They looked like they were about to go to war.
They broke down the front door, and I immediately started hearing gun shots go off, hundreds at a time, not stopping at any moment, just the constant firing of guns, as if they were doing it for fun without aiming. Instead of staying up stairs, or calling the police, as if I could anyway, I walked out of my room, as I opened the door the gun shot got louder, I went over to the stairs and looked down, I saw my parents hiding behind a large couch, hiding from the masses of bullets flying towards them. My mother saw me and signed me to come help, I walked down slowly thinking if I did so I would not get seen or hurt. She threw a gun to my feet and told me to shoot at the intruders. I picked up the gun, it was heavy, I had never in my life held something even similar to a gun. I looked up at the intruders, they didn’t shoot at me at all, I then looked at my parents, and this rage came over me, all the years of torture went through my head, all the pain, all the beatings, all the endless night of the screams. I pointed the guns at my mother and shot her through the heart as she screamed. I then aimed at my father, I wanted to saber the moment, I felt empowered and strong for the first time in my life, and I could bring an end to my father’s reign of terror on the world. I first shot him in his crotch, the very place I had been spawned from, then his stomach, the belly that was filled as mine was churning of hunger, and then his heart, the place void of love and caring, and finally his head, through the brain that was so pleased by the pain of others and the pain of his own daughter. I had to be sure he was dead, so he could never hurt me again, I kept shooting and shooting till the bullets were all gone.
Before I could look up to the men, one was standing behind me, he asked me, ‘are you in?’ I didn’t know what he meant exactly but I nodded, and then felt the same rush Snake did, and then I started to cry, I was so happy, tears of joy streaming down my face, another first for me. I was finally free. The man picked me up into his arms and carried me to the black car, it was dark inside, but so soft, I felt safe there, and between men I had never met before, yet felt like family. I looked back at the house and asked, what will happen to it? One of them handed me a handle with a button on it and said ‘press it’ and I did. The house exploded with the loudest bang I had ever heard, bricks, and wood fly everywhere and I imagined my parents bodies burning as in the hell I had sent them to. I came here with the men, I cried the whole way, and when we were going down the shaft, one by one they hugged me and said, welcome home.”
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