After the Storm (Norman Ray Emma)

Wait

"This is a three-hour walk, so you better keep up kids. Though I was supposed to return tomorrow not today so you're ruining all my plans," The pig tried to scare us, but we won't give in. 

"We don't care," 

All four of us walked, following the footsteps from when he first arrived. Why not kill him now? All we have to do is continue on this path. It would save us the trouble. 

I pulled Norman aside to talk to him about it while we walked. I whispered as quietly as possible, 

"Can't we just kill him? We know how to get there now,"

Norman thought about it for a moment, then nodded his head at me.  

--Although the pig-demon-man had a plan, would it really work now?--

"I'll slaughter them all the moment when we get home! I'll pull out my gun and shoot the mother fuckers in a snap, right in front of their very own faces. Lethabo's birthday dinner will be a feast. Hell, I'll invite my sister-in-law!" he smirked to himself, looking up at the sky. 

"What's that look on your face, pig?" The black-haired ugly one talked to me. 

"Nothing, nothing at all," he better not catch onto me. 

--

Ray and I silently conversed over killing him. I now only want to make sure if we do, no one at his home can overpower us. 

"What's your name?" I asked him after an hour of plain silence.

"Why do you need to know?"

"I'm a little curious, is all" 

"If you really want to know pale boy, my name is Isamu," 

His name means he's a courageous warrior, but I know damn well he's nothing more than a gluttonous pig. I can only tell this by the way he's already eaten two jars of tongues. How bold of him to eat people like that right in front of us. I've got a hard desire to kill him now, only I've got to be careful. 

"What kind of family do you have at home?" 

I fear he may get suspicious and not answer. 

"That's easy, my wife April and Son Lethabo."

"Sweet, how old-" 

He cut me off.

"Now it's your turn. What kind of family do you have? Or did I eat them already?" He burst out in a peal of wheezing laughter. Sickening. I looked him dead-straight in his eyes, furrowing my eyebrows hoping he could see mine through his mask. 

"Lighten up, it was a joke!" 

"Right." 

"Are you going to tell me or what?"

"Alright, fine. I've got plenty of family, but mainly Ray here, and our dear Emma, who I'd like to get back. I believe you have her."

Atharv licked his lips. 

"Emma? I don't know an "Emma". I know Mercy,"

"Mercy? Who the hell is that?"

"My son chose her so he named her!"

I was already pissed enough myself, Ray, on the other hand, I could physically see the rage build up in him."

"She isn't your damn pet! Not your son's either!" I yelled at him. Maybe a little too loud. He flinched a bit when I burst out like that. I felt my voice crack.