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06 - piggy piggy

Constance opened the front door to reveal many of men standing in police suits and armour. Barely a second had passed before the badge was shoved into her face.

"Does Tate Langdon live here?"

"He's my son." She answered. "Why? What has he done?"

Constance revived no answer about the horror her son had committed as the men with guns were ordered to 'make entry' in her home. She only grew nervous at what the guns could mean and feared for what her son had done and was to receive. She was barged passed by the swat team.

Sirens wailed in the background as they came closer and closer to the Langdon home.

Hearing her mother call that 'he was only a child' spiked Parker's curiosity.

The fifteen year old slipped out of bed — something she had barely left in the pass two week — slipped on her socks and unlocked her door and leaned on her door frame in curiosity.

Parker and Tate's room were opposite one another, leading to Parker witness something she feared immensely.

She watched the swat team storm up the stairs and forced her brothers door open with guns aimed. Parker didn't understand.

One of the swat members had noticed the girl and tried to usher in to her room but she only thought against his grip as she caught eyes with her older brother.

Parker was the youngest Langdon, with Adelaide and Rose being the eldest. She tilted her head and stared. It didn't seem to click what kind off horrors she was about to witness. Childish innocence had washed over her and never left.

"Let me just talk to him!" Constance pleaded.

Parker looked over at her mother, confusion on her face as her eyes watered slightly.

The swat man's grip tightened on the teenager, forcing her to fight harder. She refused to be shunned away.

Curiosity killed the cat.

Parker watched the swat team aim guns at her brother and hold her and her mother back. Constance continued to yell and scream but her daughter remained silent.

Tate was unbothered under the red lights of the guns. He raised his hands as he slowly came to stand.

Despite Constance pleading how Tate was a child, Parker saw nothing of that kind of innocence. Parker merely saw her brother stand in front of the swat team with no fear.

He raised a hand to his head, mocking the idea of it going off.

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Violet sat in front of her laptop trying to research what ever had happened at her high school whilst Parker laid on her bed, sketching her girlfriend.

She looked at the names and faces of the fallen who had not shied away from bothering them the night prior.

Parker had stayed over, wrapped up in Violet's arms as the living slept and the dead thought. The two hadn't left each others side, seemingly unable to.

Violet had tried to get information from Parker, but it seemed she was equally as clueless.

She researched and read until the face of Tate Langdon popped up on her screen as a suspect. Her heart seemed to stop as she glanced back at the killers sister.