- LIL Smurf DOGG
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Honor Light Your Way, Our Blood Shall Forge A Thousand Generations!.
Prologue
"Staci?" asked Jeremy's father susipicously, looking up from the holopad he had been reading off of. His wife turned to him, and even Jeremey looked up from from his favorite toy gravity ball.
"Hmm?" asked Jeremy's mother, distracted with cooking dinner.
"There's a car outside," stated his father, putting his holopad away and taking small, curious steps toward the window.
His mother glanced up, a worried expression on her face. Jeremy caught sight of it, and he sensed something wrong was going on. His father watched as two men exited the vehicle, the door shutting behind them. They had weapons, small rifles. Jeremy's father cursed loudly.
"Staci, you and Jeremy hide in the bedroom closet. Now!" he said urgently, heading for the small handgun hidden within the top shelf of the kitchen cabinet. His mother did as instructed, and grabbed Jeremy's small body as she ran up the stairs and for the closet.
"Mommy, what's--" Jeremy started.
"Shh! Not now!"
He held his tongue.
His mother forced him into the closet, telling him to stay put. Unknowing of the situation, Jeremy's mind raced as he tried to piece the clues together. It was hard.
"Stay here, baby," she said. "And don't move until mommy comes to get you."
"But--"
"Jeremy, please!" she snapped, blinking away tears. "Please, just do what I say. For mommy."
He nodded somberly. For mommy, he thought. His mother shut the door on him, and he nestled into the darkest corner he could find, assuming it to be safe. A minute passed and he began to hear noises within the front room, then shouting as the front door was kicked in. A split second after that... shooting. There was a scream that continued until silenced by another bullet.
Jeremy was unsure of who the victim was, until he heard his mother scream seconds later, out of anguish, not pain. Even he could decipher what had just happened. Seconds later, the two men's voices began to rise to laughter as his mother began to scream even more. Eventually, her screams became so loud and vigorious, that they had to be silenced with a bullet too.
Jeremey felt tears sting his eyes, and he could hear the two men clearly now.
"That wasn't necessary," said one, a sort of high pitched voice.
The other scoffed. "And what was I supposed to do? Let her attract attention?" asked the second, a more deep voice.
"Well, no," said the first. "But you could have let me have my way with her before you shot her."
There was a chuckle. "She's still warm. How picky are you, anyway?"
"Not that picky."
"Well, we better get to seeing what's worthy in this house before the Cops arive," the second stated. There was nothing more to be said after that, and Jeremy waited a few more minutes, sucking in air within deep, ragged breaths as he tried to hold them down between choked sobs.
Hesitantly, he opened the closet door and tiptoed his way out of the bedroom. He could see the two dead figures of his parents on the blood stained carpet downstairs, his father the handgun in his right, open palm. With extreme caution, the six year old boy made his way down the stairs, trying to catch the ones who murdered his family through blurry eyes.
He could see the other rooms within the house through opened doors, and could hear the sounds of pillaging as the robbers grabbed whatever they could before abandoning the raid. With a shaking hand, Jeremy bent over his father's limp body, taking the gun within his own. He stared at it for a moment, contimplating on what had to be done.
Those people took his parents away, killed them. They had to pay. There was a surprised gasp as one of the men caught sight of him as he re-entered the living room. Jeremy heard the man, and turned, the weapon in his hand. Before the murderer could pull a weapon of his own, Jeremy squeezed tight on the trigger, the kickback almost knocking him off his feet. He shut his eyes for a few spare moments, and when he reopened them, the man was dead in a pool of his own blood.
"What in the hell!?" screamed the second as he rushed to his dead partner's aid. He looked from the body, to Jeremey, and to the body again. Once more, Jeremy pulled the trigger, and the weapon fired. The man screamed in pain as it hit him in the shoulder, staggering him. Jeremy, out of fear more than anything, relieved another bullet. This one landed in the head.
The frightened boy dropped the weapon, sinking to his knees. His mother's fragile body lay a few feet away, and he slowly crawled his way over through chattering teeth. He looked into her cold, dead, icy blue eyes and weeped quietly to himself. Then he took his mother's arm, wrapped it around himself, and lay beside her, shaking like a leaf.
It wasn't too long until he fell asleep within his mother's dead embrace.
[Edited on 02.13.2010 3:02 AM PST]