You're Next

Chapter 7

When I see the axe strike the floor, I roll all the way left and litterally kick him in the nuts causing him to cry out in pain. I must've kicked him harder than I thought. I then reach out for the nearest weapon to my right for my hand to grab. And it just had to be the meat tenderiser. Well, I needed to test if it was useful and can kill, and there is no time like the present.

I swing the tenderiser hard at Tiger Mask's right leg and he cries out even more. I scramble to my feet and hit him on the back of the head which isn't covered by the mask. But I still hear groaning. So I hit him harder on the back of the head a bit lower down to the neck. His head is bleeding, and when he collapses, I mount on his back, and for good measure, I literally beat the shit out of him, till I hear a gory crush in the back of his head. That's when I know he's dead.

Killing a stranger, or someone who is trying to kill you is just like swatting a fly. You just don't care. But still, a murder has been caused. I do know that if I killed someone I knew, I'd basically be killing myself. But could any of the Davinsons know him? I slide the mask off of the man's face and show him to Felix and Elizabeth.
"Anyone know this guy?" I ask.
"Kinda hard to tell," Felix jokes.
I chuckle a little. "I guess."
"Wow you really worked well on him."
"Thanks," I begin. "And thanks for the help by the way."
"You seemed to have it under control," Felix says.
"Yeah." Then I notice that someone's missing. "Hey were's your Dad?"

Felix and Elizabeth go off in search of Max while I scout the area on the lower floor of the house. There are three dear bodies in the foyer and dining room combined. Tiger Mask, Tucker and Any, and blood is everywhere. But if another fight ensues, blood on the floor can be a slipping hazard, so I need to mop it up. I use tissues and after 15 minutes of zero stikes, I check on Donald, and see he's still blacked out behind the curtains.

Now that I think about weapons, the kitchen utensils aren't going to be enough. But there's the basement. It may not be a smart hiding plqce, but it stores more useful weapons. Sort of like a game were all the useful and valuable stuff is in the most dangerous place. So I go down with the tenderiser and see that the whole basement is large. There are toolboxes and buckets of large thick wood. Everything useful, but I can't lug all this useful stuff up on my own, it'll take more time. So it's best to wait. But then I hear pounding on the ground, and the musical clatter of crockery hammering the floor above.

I go back upstairs with the tenderiser and crouch down behind the door, because the only way to look through is X-ray vision and the key hole were a light beam steams through the dark. Behind the door, I can hear groans of distress. Then I look to my left and see a belt of screwdrivers. I grab 1 and slip it into my back pocket slowly. Then I hear speaking.

"My brother is dead!" the man yells. But there's no reply, but he replies, so I look through the lock and see him on the phone. "What do you mean it doesn't matter! It does matter to me!" he yells. Whoever this guy is, he's related to Tiger Mask. But as I pull away from the lock, I knock something that clatters. I pushed the belt of screwdrivers down the stairs into the depths of the basement. Then I hear, "I'm gonna have to call you back."

That's not good. I stay silent, breathing only through my nose, and notice the light being blocked and then reappearing. Ever so slowly, I approach the keyhole with my eye thinking the assassin has gone, but through the keyhole, a vengeance filled eye glares at me.