UNDECIDED OUTLAWS

Chapter 1.

Cadences POV'

"Just do it, little sister. Just get it over with."

My hands shook viciously as I detained the silver, perfectly sculpted pistol in the palms of my clammy hands; my fingers wrapping loosely around the trigger.

I squinted at the poorly cat in front of me which foamed bubbling white liquid out of its mouth. Its black fur glistened in the summer sunlight as it screeched in agony.

"Hurry up Cadence. It's just a fucking cat. You don't even like cats."

It was true. I despised cats because their eyes frightened me. As a child I always felt like they were staring straight through my soul, but as much as I didn't like them; I wasn't a murderer.

I turned the barrel of the gun to the ground and shook my head, swallowing the lump in my throat as I turned the gun around so the handle was facing my brother. Craig shook his head and tore the pistol out from my loose grip and smacked me over the head with the barrel of the gun.

I surrendered and bought my trembling hands up to shield myself from my brothers untamed stare. Looking away from those muddy brown eyes and scorched through me like lasers.

                "Watch!" He ordered, through his teeth.

I didn't dare to argue. I stared at the family cat one last time as its body slowly started to shut down from the snake's poisonous venom.

Craig smiled at it like a serial killer, like his life was worth more than an innocent cat. His lips made a heinous smile as they pulled tight around his perfectly lined teeth, creating dimples in his cheeks.

His fingers closed in around the trigger and the small cylinder bullets flew out of the gun one after another until the cat wasn't much of a cat anymore. I flinched at every gunshot as Craig put the cat out of its misery.

Tears stung at my eyes as the crimson red of the cats' blood stained the grass around it. I scolded myself for crying. Crying would only make me weak, wouldn't it? It is just a cat, isn't it?

He fired the gun until it clicked, indicating it was out of bullets but even then he continued to shoot like it wasn't. He was in a trance. When he finally did snap out of it he turned his head to me and his malicious smile faulted.

                "I really do wish you'd grow up, Cadence. I am trying to make you tough. The world is an immoral place, and i am teaching you to survive. We are all wild animals, but sometimes not even a bullet can kill the misery."

His soft cold hands wrapped around my upper arm and he tightened his grip, staining my skin with fresh bruises.

"Now off to school sweetheart."

I shot out of bed in a sweat, shaking my head. Sweat soaked my sheets and I skulled the bottle of water beside me.

"Good morning."

My head snapped towards my bedroom door were Craig stared at me, smiling at my hopelessness as he lit a match to light his cigarette with.

He smoked a lot for someone with a low income. His whole life earnings went towards his cigarettes, illegal artillery and alcohol. He was a butcher and that somehow disturbed me on many levels. The fact that he enjoyed slaughtering helpless animals sickened me.

"Morning." I replied.

"You ready for another day of shootin'."

I wanted to say no but my fear of him was too overpowering. All I could do was smile and nod but my smiles were deceiving and my nods were simply out of habit.