Home Alone... But... (Home Alone Fanfic)

IV - Execution

(Just saying real quick, most of this is going to be mostly accurate to how it happens in the actual movie, so If you don't like that, then you may skip the chapter. The next chapter will be more original. Anyway, I won't bother you. Enjoy!)

3rd Person POV:

As Harry and Marv pulled up to the McCallister's house, they smirked to each other and got out of their car, rushing to the backdoor. Harry gently knocked on the door, snickering to Marv and Marv reciprocating the gesture.

H: Merry Christmas, little fella! We know that you're in there, and that you're all alone!

M: Yeah, come on, kid. Open up. It's Santa Clause! And his elf!

Harry and Marv silently laughed to each other.

H: We're not gonna hurt you!

As they were speaking, the barrel of a bb rifle stuck out from the doggy door below their vision.

M: No, no. Got some nice presents for ya'!

H: Be a good little fella now and open the door!

BANG!

Harry's expression soured as he groaned, started loudly mumbling gibberish, ran away from the door, and doubled over in pain, holding his crotch. Marv immediately became concerned and went over to him.

M: What happened?!

H: Get that little- Agh!

Marv hesitated slightly before going back to the door and sticking his head through the doggy door, being met with Kevin, who was just sitting there with his brother's rifle.

"Hello."

Suddenly, Marv got slapped out of the doggy door and he rubbed his face, only to realize that a thing of dynamite had been taped to his face with that slap. He immediately screamed and the dynamite went off.

Kevin jumped up and cheered, along with Buzz, who was standing off to the side and was also the one who stuck to dynamite on his face. The boys immediately high fived and ran off to go put their other traps in motion. Funny thing was, the Wet Bandits genuinely thought that it was only Kevin home. They didn't know Buzz was there either.

H: That's it! I'm going to the front, you go down to the basement!

Harry and Marv got up and split their ways.

---With Harry---

As Harry was approaching the steps to get in the house using the front door, he lost his balance on the stairs and immediately slipped and fell flat on his back, forcing him to audibly groan in pain as the air left his lungs.

---With Marv---

Marv approached the stairs leading to the basement and smirked. He started to walk down but, like Harry, he slipped and went straight down the stairs, hitting the door hard. Despite the fact that all the air got knocked out of his lungs, he attempted to get up, using his crowbar to pull himself up, which ended up only making him fall with the crowbar falling on top of him. He groaned in pain.

---With Harry---

Harry stood up and grabbed the railing, supporting himself as he walked up the stairs, his feet sliding against the ice but never actually losing his grip. When he thought there was no more ice, he let go of the railing, only to slip and fall all the way back down to the bottom of the stairs, doing a summersault on the way.

---With Marv---

Marv used his crowbar to hang onto the door knob as he stood up, his feet spreading apart but being stopped by the narrow walls. He reached for the door knob and was finally inside the basement. He chuckled to himself and walked along, stopping to turn the light blub on, but it never did. He looked up, and was met with a burning hot iron to the face, causing him to yelp in pain and collapse to the ground.