World Of Silhouettes

Thirty-Two

I heard a thud downstairs. The floor was cold. It was February and had recently snowed. "Mom?" Nothing. "Hey, no more pranks, right? Im too told for the stuff. . . where are you? Oh goodness. . .Mom, I-" She was there, a unreadable expression on her face. A soldier held a gun to her head. A pistol, to be precise. It was silver and metallic. I smelled its stench from where I stood. 

"Let go of her!" I growl. My Mother turned to me, her face is now showing complete fear. It seems she lost any resolve she had before. 

"No! Scarlet! Leave!" She yelled. She jerked her hands in from of her, but nothing happens. Alarm sets on her. 

"Can you not throw a punch or something? What was that? A fist bump with the air?" One of the soldiers laughed uncontrollably. There is three of them. 

"Leave this house!" She commanded. 

"Shut up." They told her. "Get the girl," One of the superior officers directs, "Ill keep this one steady. He clicked a bullet into the chamber and pressed it harder against her forehead. She doesn't move, she stares him straight in the eye. 

"Before someone gets hurt, leave the house. Now." She stamped her foot. 

"Say one more thing and ill shoot you!" The man warned. He made an explosion sound and reenacts a dead corpse with his face. One of the men approached me. I kicked him in a less favorable spot and scream, running to my Mother. The second solider kicked me in the shins and I fell to the ground. He grabbed my arms behind my back and held them there. I screamed uncontrollably. 

My Mother jerked her head around and yelled to me, "Never trust the soldiers! Never! They are a bunch of liars out to do you no good. Scarlet the truth about-" A small bang noise, finished with a thud happened before me. She slowly fell to the floor, shock was written on her face. 

"N-n-no. . .no." The soldier let go of me, and I crawled to her, anguish on my face. "Mom. . ." She was lying on the floor, belly to the floor. I rolled her over. 

"No. . ." Her eyes were open, but not focused on me. They focused on something else, maybe something that I couldn't see at the time. They fluttered closed. 

"Mom!" I yelled. "Come back!" I shook her gently. Her eyes remained closed. I watched her lips. They curved into a. . . smile? No. 

"You aren't allowed to leave me!" I screeched. Hey eyes opened again, but this time, there was nothing in them. The pupils were rolled to the back of her head, completely blank. Thats when I realized what happened. Thats when I started screaming. This is not fair, it really isn't. How can they do things like this? They can't! I hope they die the most painful death in the world. 

"I. . ." I sucked in a sob and screamed. "All of you can all die!" 

They laughed in my face. 

"Killing the girl would be easy. Lets just say she was armed." 

"Yeah, like they'd believe that. She's thirteen? Fourteen? No way. You'd have to be a true idiot." 

"Hey, kid, you got any relatives? Friends?" One of the men poked my side, trying to get an answer or at least a reaction. 

"You don't need to know that."  I looked down at my mother. How? Why? 

"Its our job to-" 

"Shut up," I ordered. "When will you learn that? I don't want to hear you. Leave. Ill kill you. Leave." 

They laughed

"I would love to see you try. . ." The gun he held loosely in his hand. I grabbed it and pointed it to his forehead. My finger eases to the trigger and without hesitation, I pulled it. Nothing happened. The gun clicked. It was jammed. A screw up on his side just saved his life. His eyes went wide as he started at me. He snatched the gun from my hands, and I stared up at them, anger circling me like a new power. I can almost feel it. Every time I blink . . .