Sin After Sin

Chapter 2: Beyond The Realms Of Death

I slid the blade across a five year old girl's neck, blood immediately pouring onto my hands. I let go of her body, letting it fall to the ground. Blood spilled onto the hideous carpet, instantly staining it red.

"Oh god please stop," her mother sobbed, crawling over to her daughter's dead body. I let her, glancing over at Sasha's hazel eyes for confirmation. When I looked back over, her mother, Carey, was leaning over her, pushing the girl's blonde hair out of her eyes. I rolled my eyes, kicking her to the ground with the tip of my black combat boots.

I straddled her shaking body, taking out my sleek black gun that was hidden in my boot. I positioned it under her chin, watching her eyes widen. "Please don't. I'm a good person. I don't even know you. Why are you doing this to us?"

"Humans can be so dramatic, don't you think?" I sighed. I pulled the trigger, satisfied as her blood splattered onto the walls. I adjusted the muffler, glad I had brought it with me so I wouldn't have to hurry the job.

"What do we do with the father and the other two kids?" Sasha asked.

"Kill them. Let's make it quick though. Father is calling us."

My eyes wandered over to the balding middle aged man and his two children, both of them teenagers. They were a shaking mess and I bet if I ripped off the silver duct tape they would start pleading and screaming. That wasn't something that could happen though. Not with neighbors on either side of them. Not with the thin walls in between them and life next door.

Sasha giggled as she put the muffler on her own gun, positioning it behind the father's head. I dragged the other two over to me, their bodies bound with ropes that they would never be able to break out of. I layed the twenty year old on the floor, knowing he wouldn’t be able to move an inch in the position he was in. His blue eyes stared into mine, petrified.

I managed to heave his seventeen year old sister to an upright position, her heavy body leaning against mine. I threw my gun to the ground, kicking it out of the way so her brother wouldn’t be able to get it. He was going to witness his sister's death whether he wanted to or not.

I yanked on her strawberry blonde hair. When I looked over at her father, tears were rolling down his aging cheeks as I placed the knife at her throat. She would go just like her sister did.

Sasha impatiently sighed, fidgeting as she adjusted her black tank top with one hand. Realizing we needed to get moving, I pressed the knife into her flesh, not quite cutting deep enough yet. Just when the father looked like he was about to pass out, I quickly slit her throat open. Blood gushed out of the wound as she too fell to the ground, pain in her pretty green eyes evident. She was dead within a minute, her eyes instantly glazing over.

When I picked up the brother, the father lost it. He started screaming into the duct tape, although a word of what he was saying couldn’t be heard. The tears were coming faster and faster as his body convulsed, wanting this all to be over.

I crouched down to grab my gun, holding on tight to the brother as I stood up. He was severely shaking as I pressed the gun to his right temple. My mind flashed to watching Alice die the same way, her lifeless body on the floor, her soft spoken way about her. I shook my head to Sasha, pulling back a little so I could shoot the back of his head instead. I pulled the trigger the same time Sasha did.

"Nice," I commented as she walked over to me. "These people don't have any idea what they're dealing with."

"Father wants us to burn down a section. It should eliminate a ton of them."

"And the only atheist family survives?"

"Yeah. The journalists are gonna have one hell of a field day next week. Everything should run smoothly though. This was almost too easy," she rolled her eyes as she bent over to grab her black backpack sitting on the floor. "Should we leave the ropes on?"