Every Last One Of Them - Red Dead Redemption II

Act Fourteen - Impalement

I found myself in a city I don't know the name of. Nearly shaking with anger I found a home that sat atop the tallest building there. The lights on led me there, quietly I snuck up to the roof. Moving across the tiles before peaking in through a window. Looking in at the home's occupants.

Just five people were there. Two fellers sat playing cards at a table, a woman in the kitchen stirring something, and a couple I assume. A man and a woman who sat all cute like on the couch. I can't get a good look at them, they're all somehow facing away from me. Except for one man.

One of the men at the table looks familiar, I've seen him before. Those thin brows, those blue eyes. Oh my god... that mole. That fucking mole on his nose, he was there.  I remember him, he's Thomas's son.

Looking around I saw the front door to the home. The only way down to the street was a long stairwell. Even if they made it out the door they wouldn't get out quickly. Just in case however, I covered my face.

I considered using the window to get in but they don't open. Climbing back to the ground floor I slipped into the building and began my descent up the stairwell. Slowly and quietly I found myself at the front door to the house, a glass door with a metal frame attempting to stop any break-ins. Covering the door like a prison cell.

I knocked, three sharp but simple hits on the wooden door as I waited. The window was clouded, all I could see were blurry shapes of people moving until I looked in the peephole. I saw him. Thomas. He's sitting at the dinner table with his son Rob. They're playing Poker. The knock made them look at the door.

Thomas's wife was in the kitchen to the left, I could barely see her through the hole. But she's there. And in the background, there's Frank and Ida, kissin' like teenagers.
"Who is it?" Rob asked, I didn't move. He'd get close to the door, just watch.

Beatrice seemed concerned now too, she stopped in her tracks, setting down the spoon to that stew she'd been making presumably for dinner. Frank and Ida didn't seem to notice, the two being too preoccupied.

Rob was starting to approach the door, and he sat there about two inches from the glass, tryna see a face.
"Hello?" the boy asked, his eyes squinting. He was there too. I then punch the glass in, pulling Thomas's son against the bars over and over. Bashing his head against the metal before I take out my knife and plunge into his face. He twitches, then falls as I drop him.

The boy fell to the floor with blood streaming down his face. Thomas couldn't move it seemed, he was breathing heavily. He looked up and made direct eye contact with me as I reached through the broken glass and opened the door. I stood there, taking in just how long I've waited for this moment.
"Bee you need to run right now!" Thomas shouted, there's nowhere for her to run. I'm blocking the door. It was a useless thing to say.

I rushed his wife, plunging my knife down into her shoulder.
"Baby! Get the hell away from her!" Thomas yelled, running up behind me and pulling me away. I then proceeded to give him my attention, looking him in the eye as I flipped around.  He'll die once he sees every last one of these people die. I grabbed him by the neck like I wasn't even human. Just something made to kill. I shouldn't be able to hold him like this. It's inhuman. And with efficiency I shoved Thomas against a wall, nearly knocking him out as he hit his head on the plaster. 

I thrust my knife into his gut, the part that takes the longest to die from when punctured. But by far the most painful. Thomas screams as I rip the knife out of him. He falls over, cupping his gut.

Just a bit too late Frank threw a vase at the back of my head, I fell to the floor but Thomas was already bleeding enough to fill a tub.
"Tommy c'mon!" Frank shouted, pulling Thomas up as I regained my composure. Shit, that vase hurt. They tried to run out the front door but Ron's body was blocking it. So they ran into a room.