The Killers Eye's

TWO

(Annette's P.O.V)

(Flashback)

I heard muffled screams as I walked into the house, and ran into the room the screams came from. As I walked in I saw my mother, and four sisters sitting in chairs. They had cloths over their mouths, and their arms were tied to the backs of the chairs. I walked over to them, and tried to take the cloth out of my mothers mouth, but she violently shook her head. I asked her why, but only got a sobbing mother, and four sobbing sisters. I turned around to see my father with a gun in his hand, and one of his eyes covered along with his left hand. His bandages were soaked in blood, and he looked at me evilly.

"You know... there comes a time when you have to decide." My father explained as he cocked the gun. "Right now you are going to make a big decision. A very important one." He walked closer to me, and I moved out of his way. He put the gun up to my head, and smiled. "I also have to make a decision." He chuckled evilly the girls began to cry more. "Oh would you shut up?!"

"Leave them alone." I say shaking as I spoke.

"Ah there it is. You've made your first decision. Not the right one though." He smiled, and shot me in the right hand. I screamed in pain, and tried not to cry. "Oops. My hand slipped."

"You bastard." He shot me in the shoulder of my right arm, and I screamed again.

"You're making all the wrong decisions Annette. One more and you'll be losing a sister." He put the gun up to Hayley's head, and I stood there. "I have an offer for you. Are you willing to take it?"

"What happened to your left eye?" He shot me in the thigh, and laughed.

"I said I have an offer for you. Are you willing to take it?" He said through his teeth, and I nodded my head. "Good. You have to choose. Lose your whole family or just lose one of them. There are two different weapons on the end table beside you. One of them will be the one that completes your decision. The question is which one is the right one?"

I looked beside me and saw a knife, and a pistol on the end table. I looked at my fathers choice of weapon to see him holding the same type of pistol as the one on the table. Any time my father made an option he would put two things down in front of someone. One thing would be the same item as he had. If you chose the same item it meant that you would lose something big. If you chose the opposite it meant losing something small. I looked at him, and saw my vision begin to blur.

"The clock is ticking for you Annette so you better move fast." My father said moving his gun around to each one of the girls. I grabbed the knife, and he laughed. "For once you chose something good. For once you made a good decision." He set his gun down on the end table beside him, and looked at me.

"Why are you doing this? Why?"

"Annette if you don't kill me right now I will kill all five of these girls, and then myself. You will be left here alone. So do us all a favor and kill me."

I felt a tear roll down my face, and smiled evilly. I limped over to my father, and stabbed him in the stomach. I pushed the knife up, and then twisted it watching as blood came out of his mouth. I pulled the knife out of his chest, and watched as he fell to the floor. I smiled and put the knife in the drawer of the end table along with his pistol, and locked it. I limped over to my mother, and untied her from the chair. I helped with the others, and watched as they began to cry violently, and pulled me into a hug. I looked at all of them, and my vision became blurry and soon enough I had lost enough blood that I fainted. I heard my sisters, and mother panic until I hit my head off the ground so hard it knocked me out.

(Flashbacks over.)

(Annette's P.O.V.)

I walked over to my desk, and opened the drawer finding my father's pistol, and my bloody knife from that night there. I grabbed my knife, and closed the drawer locking it once it was closed. I put the necklace that held the key to my drawer back on, and looked up to see David walking into the room. He closed the door, and looked at me like I was his favorite food. I put my right hand behind my back, and walked over to him.