The Imminent Water Wars

The Miserable Begining- Ch.1

Quinn couldn't see what was on the other side of the door. "Mom, why did you lock me in here"? The next thing he heard was gunfire, then a rambunctious howl. He felt a liquid flowing by his feet. He looked down and saw a river of blood trickling under the door. "Mummy, what is happening".

There was no response. "Mom, mom", Quinn repeated.

"Kid, is the water in here", came a ferocious, deep voice from outside. Quinn heard a pound on the door. Shocked and astonished , Quinn did not respond. "Were is the damb water pool kid", came the cacophonous voice again.

Recurrently, Quinn kept his mouth shut assuming that the man would walk away. As fast as lightning, a wooden axe slashed at the doors and created a small chink in the wall, big enough for Quinn to take a peep at the man behind the door. But at first sight Quinn froze in fright. He saw his mother had been shot in the stomach and blood was flying everywhere. In all of the nine years Quinn has been alive, he has never seen so much blood. He got control of his brain again when her saw a large black gun stick its point thought the chink. Instantaneously, Quinn lunged into a cabinet and imprisoned himself in.

It was hard for Quinn to think of an idea when his brain was overflowing with extraordinary ideas about, his mother, the man banging on the door, and his house being disintegrated, well, at least that's what he thought. He wanted to start crying but he knew that would only expose himself more. Finally the man stopped banging on the door, and a women with a surpassingly high voice yelled "If you don't want to die, open the door".

Quinn just ignored it, he knew nothing would be solved if he opened the door. But what surprised him most is that the guy with the deep voice responded "Sorry boss, I'm trying".

Quinn was now half confused, half suspicious. He had a billion questions in him mind, more flowing in like waves. His brain must have been as large as the sun to contain this many questions. The fan above him spun only a few more times before a blood-gushing hand shot through the crack in the door.