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Chapter 12

The three of us put up our guard and arm ourselves with weapons. Elizabeth and Felix go down into the basement and brings up cement blocks, rope and sting intent on using anything as a weapon. Felix has a hammer while Elizabeth now has a golf club - pitching wedge - which leaves me with the screwdrivers and a meat calving as my defence.
"Okay they all have weapons. Lamb Mask now has the axe leaving Rabbit Mask with the crossbow as well as a collection of knives at her belt. Fox Mask has his machete Bear Mask has his sledgehammer," I explain being the only one who has become face to face with all five, dead or alive.
"Promise you'll stay hidden," Felix says to me.
"I have no reason to move unless any of them march towards me, that machete's pretty lethal. Good luck," I say hiding behind the curtains and shutting them as they go for a hunt.

I stay behind the curtains for a good fifteen minutes bord and braiding my hair. What time is it? I know that it's late but staying awake so you can cheat death is becoming quite a task.
How did I get into this mess again? I fell in love with Christian, he's gone and now I'm trying to keep what's left of his family alive. But my thoughts are interrupted by the Lamb Mask walking through the door of the dining room.

My reaction has me move quickly and maintain slow breaths but the metal of the knife clanks on the floor. Lamb Mask I notice then turns on the balls of his feet slightly and begins to move towards the curtains. A stance then moves my body with my hands and the ready, screwdrivers still pocketed and the knife in hand. Then as quick as a flash, the curtains are drawn back and my hand flies and jabs the neck of Lamb Mask.

I run as fast as I can with my weak leg and come to a large gardening space by the kitchen. I travel towards the steps and leap over the rail and run towards the open window up ahead of me. I enter and am back indoors. I could run around the house but the other assasins are there and can outrun me easily now, so instead, I have a screwdriver at the ready and patiently wait for Lamb Mask to come to his slaughter. Down the steps he goes. Across the garden. Through the window. Right next to me behind the curtains and as quick as a flash, the screwdriver is lodged into his forehead just above his eye. He staggers backwards and falls through the window dead. All I can think of saying is: thanks for the axe.