𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗬 𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗧 𝗕𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗛 ᶻⁱᵍᵍʸ ᵇᵉʳᵐᵃⁿ

ɪɪɪ. 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘵

tw - killing, blood, attempted murder

Can you keep yourself safe for me? For your mom?

yeah.

AS SOON AS THEY turned the mall lights off, and the neon blood and paint lit up, the bells on the door rang and the group ran to their hiding spots.

The three adults quickly ran behind a phone fixing booth in the middle of the mall, not speaking and staying quiet as they held the water guns that were filled with Deena's blood and water mixture close to them.

Ramona felt her breathing slow as a hand slithered into hers. She looked down seeing hers and Ziggy's hands now connected. The woman held back a smile as she looked away, acting like she was making sure Martin was with them.

The anticipation became a lot as they sat in silence, waiting for the killers.

"This is the police, hands up!" The adults spun around to be greeted by an officer. Ramona silently cursed as Martin quickly put his hands up.

"No, now you listen to me, you don't have any idea—"

Martin patted Ramona's arm, "nah, nah, get her to stop, we good, we good." He told her.

"Martin? Ramona?" The cop asked, looking at the two. "Are you kidding me?" He asked in annoyance.

Ramona glared at the officer, "listen, Unless you want to die, I suggest you just leave. Now." Her tone was deathly serious.

"I got two more over here!" A cop yelled from the other side of the mall, letting the trio know they had also found Deena and Josh.

"Drop your weapons." The officer ordered.

"Dude, they're water guns—"

"Drop the weapons!" He yelled over the Goode wife. The three reluctantly put them on the floor. "Slide em' to me." He ordered. They pushed the toy guns forward.

The officer kept the flashlight on them as he reached up to his walkie, "we got the fifty-one fifty—" the officer groaned, lurching forward. He quickly fell to the ground, revealing the killer behind him, Harry Rooker.