Bloody Hell

"Death is lonely...and cold"

The day started as it usually did, with the loud clanking of pots and pans in the kitchen, the news blaring loudly on the television downstairs, and Jay waking up on the floor in his room... "Breakfast is readyyy!"My mother called from downstairs waking me up. "Ye- yeah h-here I come!" I yelled wiping the sleep out of my eyes and pulling the covers from around myself. My mother called up to me again, "Jayyy-honey your food is gonna get cold if you don't hurry down. I let out a stressful sigh and headed down stairs. Half way down I heard the one thing a kid never would want to hear. "HEY HEY HANDS UP, EVERYONE PUT YOUR F**CKING HANDS UP!" I didn't know who it was or what to do but I had to protect my family, so I snuck back up the stairs and grabbed my knife from my dresser and nervously snuck back down. I peered around the corner to see two guys in masks,one holding a gun that was clearly fake, and the other was unarmed.I looked over at my dad who seemed to notice me out the corner of his eye. He motioned with his lips "Get my Gun!" My heart beat sped up million times, as I peeked out to see if they were looking. I saw my chance and Solid snaked((I love MGS)) my way to my parents room and slid in the room. It smelled like cigarette smoke and sex, but I had to focus on my mission, "where is this loose floor board at?!" I whispered to myself angrily. That's when I heard my back door open. "Damnit all to hell." I heard another voice say. "That goddamned dog gave me hell! Sadly I had to put 'em down" The voice said with a heavy Russian accent. I could feel the tears run down my face. He was my best friend, "I swear I'll avenge him!" I thought wiping my face dry. I searched harder and faster until I found it. My dad's Berretta. It felt good in my hand, but heavy. I approached the door as slowly and quietly as I could so I could listen. "Damn, I gotta piss keep an eye on them 'till I'm back." Russian guy said. "Y-yess'r" one of the criminals said. "I was talkin to the family, heh heh" Russian guy laughed. I checked the gun for ammo...just in case, but I really hopped I wouldn't need any. I waited until I heard the bathroom door shut and stepped out to point the gun at the one with the toy gun, "down! Now." I said motioning for him to put the gun down. He placed the gun on the table and stepped back. I guess I didn't hear the toilet flush because Russian guy was now holding a very large knife literally three inches from my throat. At that moment I got really brave and pointed the gun at him. I realized he didn't have a mask on. He was actually quite handsome except for his complely destroyed left eye. "Listen here kid, I don't want to hurt you, I'm not into killing kids."He told me. "Then leave!" I yelled tears streaming down my face. He pressed the knife against my skin, "c'mon kid please." He now wore a smile on his face. It all went down hill from there; he took the gun from me, spun me around,and held me tight as he cleared his throat, "See kid this is what happens when you try to be a hero. Leave that to your little Superman and your Bat-man." The others laughed. He nodded to his partners, "search for valuables." I looked across the room to see my mother crying silently into her palms and my dad looking more scared than I've ever seen him. Russian guy raised the gun " NOOOOOO!PLEASE NOO!" I began kicking and screaming he squeezed me harder, my chest felt like it was going to pop. "Sorry kid." BANG!BANG! Clean headshots no denying it. I cried silently as I passed out. "Nope not yet kid." Russian guy said letting me go."My world just got destroyed and I'm still standing here.Why am I still alive! Just kill me already!" Just then I remembered the knife in my pocket. I was dizzy and didn't feel like I could kill this guy, but I tried. One of his partners called down to him and he looked around the corner. My opportunity, I pulled out the knife, opened it and lunged for his neck. Shhp, the knife slid in his neck like butter. Then came the blood, it came spewing out like a water hose. He roared in pain and kicked me square in the chest. I smashed into the glass coffee table. It was becoming harder and harder to breathe. As my vision began to blurr I could see him holding his neck in pain, wrestling around trying to remove the knife. I don't know why but I smiled, it felt weird but I didn't stop. Then shite really hit the fan when he got the knife out.
****OK SO IT'S ABOUT TO GET GRUESOME JUST TO WARN THOSE WHO DON'T LIKE STUFF LIKE THIS!****
He picked up his big knife and slowly approached me, an insane look in his eyes. I wanted to move but I couldn't. He stood over me and mumbled something. He bent down and put the knife to my throat. At that moment I gave up. The blade was cold and sharp. He began to apply pressure and the pain was hellish, he moved from left to right sliting my throat. I could feel my blood pouring out as my flesh opened. I tried to scream but my voice was long gone as he want further. I could feel my blood on my chin, and see it all over his face. Before my eyes closed I could hear him say, "Beautifully done, absolute art! And I closed my eyes and passed out. Accepting what I thought was the cold embrace of death.

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