The Killers - Part 2

chapter 12

Kyrie POV

I was in a alley way, lit by dim lights, there was shouting and aguing going on near by, i couldn’t quiet see at the moment, my eyes were still adjusting to the horrible lighting the street lights created, it was horrible and strained my eyes.

I proceded towards where all the noise was being created, following the voices as they got louder as i progressed nearer. The voices began to break up, dividing into three separate voices, none of them identifyiable, so i probably had no clue in what could be happening than your average argument one could have.

They were hidden around the corner, i peeped my head around, then wishing i had never even made it this far. Before me stood my brother and Derek watching every move my father mad, his hand glancing to his pocket, i knew what it held. He pulled out the gun and aimed it towards something or someone, i don’t know i couldn’t see what else was beyond the corner, a tree was in my way.

Now i was curious in what all three of them were doing here, and that of what my father was going to do with his gun, its his weapon and he is its weilder and it will do anything he wanted. Someone began to plead with them, this voice oddly familiar, ringing through my ears, its slightly higher than the average voice, i could identify who it belonged to... roger.

Before me stood roger, his hair in a mess, running his hand through the heap of blonde for which could be the millionth seeing as the state it was in is horrendious. Father pressed the gun against the side of his head, Derek and Danny holding him still do he wouldn’t move and dodge my fathers shot, what the hell was roger doing.

My father had a wicked grin spread across his face, just like the other three, but his, his was far more creepier than theirs. Fathers indicated madness, he was unpredictable as it is, but with a face like that, it scares the hell out of me, it created the image of when i first saw him doing what he would call work, it was horrible what he professed in as a occupation.

“you’ve been hididng my daughter... but i quiet like you... so ill give you one more chance.... where is she and ill let you go away with your life.”

Father said. Roger looked scared shitless, not knowing what to do in a situation like this, but he was stubborn when he wanted to be, and i could clearly see that he wasn’t going to tell my father a word, that was the worst thing, i could already predict what was going to happen, he was going to sacrifice his life for me, i hated the fact that he would go as far as that to keep me safe, i couldn’t stand to even think of living without him, he was my world, my everything.

“not in a million years”

He spat at my father.  Disappointment showed in the face of my father, this only made the grip of Derek and Danny of roger tighten, assuring that he couldn’t move at all now, as there was no turning back, he had just chosen his fate, everything destined to happen was going to happen one way or another.

“what a shame”

My father said, releasing the safety cap and pulling the switch at the back of the gun, i have no clue in what it is called, do i look like my brother... don’t answer that, we probably do. Anyway, my point is im not a gun enthusiast like my father and brother.

His finger shook once he placed it on the trigger, i couldn’t help watch, my eyes were glued on roger and my father and the gun between the two... i didn’t know what to do, what does one do when your love one is in the situation of death by your own father, i have no clue, its never happened before, i thought when i left him, i would no longer have to deal with him.

I screamed, not knowing what else to do and ran over to roger, practically barging him over away from my father, i couldn’t watch him give up his life for me, it was far too valuable to give up for someone like me. He laid there in shock, trying to comprehend what was happening, Derek pulled me away before roger could completely compute what was going on, and possibly take me back away from their grasp.

“why, that wasn’t too hard”

My father said, coming towards me, roger still on the floor staring up at me, bewildered at the sight of me appearing out of nowhere. My father touched my arm, making his way up to the side of my face, gliding his hand across my cheek, i spat at him, his reaction was to slap my face, i cringed in pain, the searing mark caused by his hand burning the side of my face, he hated being treated like a piece of dirt, especially of that by his own child, wasn’t my fault i hated his guts.

“don’t touch her”

Roger yelled at my father, clearly offended by what my father had just done, Danny now had hold of him, standing upright, no longer on the floor. My father glanced from me to him, and back to me before laughing his head of in hysterics.

“you ....and him... “

He said pointing from me to roger between his laughing fit.

“...Together, are you bloody seious”

He said finishing off his sentence, making the connection between the pain of us, i was in no mood to answer this because if i did so it would only turn out worse for the pair of us.

“we’ll arty... if that is even your real name... do you know what i hate,,, hate more than you keeping my own daughter away from me, lying... lying that you don’t know where she is, after all this time you have known exactly where she is and kept her hidden from me... i want you to suffer, i was going to take your life... but...”

My father said, coming over to me, hitting Dereks hands away. He, placing his on arm across my chest, holding me close to him, making sure i couldn’t get away. His cold hands kind of numbing my arms. I felt something cold being placed against the side of my head.

“seeing as you have taken a liking to her yourself, i think there is a worse way of letting you suffer.... with the life of her.... and you cant do anything about it, which makes everything more exciting”

My father said, watching roger struggling in the grip of my brother, trying to get out of his tight held grasp he had on him, but the effort was worthless there was no getting away from my brother, that battle was over before it even began.

“NO!! Anything but her... take me, ill do anything, just don’t hurt her”

He tried pleading with my father, i head a fait click created, it came from the side of my head somewhere. Only now was i linking what was happening, i was at gun point, my own father was going to take my life away from me.

“too late”

My father said, tightening his grip on me. Pulling the trigger, i heard someone yelling as loud as the possibly could, but all i could hear now was the noise of a gun shot right in my ear, the noise of the bang richochetting through my head, pulsing every inch of it.

“KYRIE!!”