Vengeance

Chapter 1

The boy ran in the dark narrow street, his glasses bouncing on his nose as he ran. The cold heavy metal in his hands shined with the glimpse of the moonlight escaping from between the trees, his footsteps echoing in the empty street. His heart throbbing hard and loudly against his chest, his breath led out small puffs of smoke in the cold night.  

He could see them now, the family the small happy family. He was coming closer and closer. He halted six feet away. He was not visible in the darkness, nobody noticed him. 

The father held a small baby girl in his arms while he smiled at her, her mother tickling the baby as she giggled. 

The mother had long dark brown hair, neatly tied up from the front and falling to her waist. Her green eyes were visible in the moonlight. She wore an elegant navy blue dress. While the father wore a creamy white shirt and a baige dress pant, his hair was short and black in color. His glasses suited his long face.

The boy moved a bit further. The mother looked up, she opened her arms for the boy, as if she recognised the boy. The boy raised the cold, the heavy metal and pointed it towards her. A warm welcoming smile appeared on her face. The boy pulled the trigger and she fell to the ground with a thud. The father looked up at the boy and smiled. The boy once more pulled the trigger, the bullet went through the fathers forehead.

The child slipped from his hands. He fell to the ground, the boy laughed loudly and wickedly, while the baby shrieked and cried, her face covered with her own parents blood.......

....... My eyes suddenly fluttered open and I fell face-down on the ground. I rolled over on the floor and lay panting on the warm carpet for a while. I rubbed my eyes, thinking about the strnge dream, it made me feel depressed all of a sudden.

I quietly stood up, trying not to make any noise. Although Kate was a sound sleeper, but I did'nt want to disturb her, she must have been really tired from packing up last night. I was too, but I was more excited.

I slowly slid the curtains open, it was almost dawn. I stood beside the window and thought about today, and the depression from the dream started wearing off.

Me and Kate had been on a vacation tour for summers. We would be returning today and would still have two weeks before school re-opens. And I could not possibly wait to see my mother again. I had insisted my mother to come along, but she refused, she said it was best to stay close to my father. Literally, she meant my father's grave.

My father died when I was eight, strange event it was, he was just recieving someone at the door, and then there was this loud bang, my mother ran to see and when she opened the door my father was lying on the pavement, idle and pale, my mother hushed me up in my room and had requested never to speak of this event, so I never got a chance to ask how my father actually died? or did the police find the killer

Occasionally when I was back home, every saturday morning we used to visit my father's grave, where my mother would sit for hours and cry, and I would sit beside her trying to console her, because that was the only thing I could do. I was not allowed to ask any question about his death, although I had so many.

My father had left us a great fortune from his career as a lawyer, so neither of us had to work, still my mother decided to earn her living. She started taking orders for bakery items, the thing she was best at.

It was hard to live without her, even for four weeks. I shared everything with her she was more than a mother to me a friend, my soul.

Kate shifted in her bed which was layed on the other corner of the room. I had not noticed that it was almost sunrise. Kate shoved off her alarm clock and it fell to the ground with a clink. She suddenly sat up "HUH?" she exclaimed. She looked at me and then the alarm clock. She moaned and rubbed her eyes with her knuckles and yawned.