For the family

Story: For the family

It was a hot day, when I saw my brother far away arrive, which raised his hand to greet me from the distance. My brother was much older than me, he looked like my dad. tall with brown hair than mine and his clear brown eyes, which we inherit from my mother. He was sitting on the porch of the small house, a small street where the houses were very attached to each other, if you did not know what was happening around that street not passed it at home.

When my brother came, he said "come" and I followed him into the house, Mom was sitting in her usual furniture with a view to the street, to make sure we were ok, while knitting new scarves for Winter. In that moment we did not know about the city, what was happening and why our Dad was not home. For many months, only knew he was helping the nation. Mom noticed our presence, she smiled and we sat on a nearby cabinet where she was, but my brother did not smile like me. He lowered his head.

Mum realized that trying to hide something, I look trying to ask if I knew what was happening, just deign to shake my head in a negative way. I didn't understand.

-What's the matter? Son- Mom said its understandable tone.

My brother said nothing and pulled out a sheet, was a telegram. Mom already imagine what the letter said, because just banging her in her hands, she did not spoke, he escaped a whimper and tears emerged, such as tap water, my brother left the room and I heard him hit the wall.

Mom was devastated, I did not understand until I hold the small role that she had left on the floor vote, this said:

"We have to report that Lieutenant Turner died in battle. Our most senses condolence."

I was in shock. The last thing I remember that day, it was a dull sound I heard from afar, mom stopped mourn, and my brother entered the room with a shotgun in hand, I was not aware there was a gun in the house. The street cries broke the silence, shooting.

Mom grabbed my arm and took me to the room that was on the stairs, which contained secret stairs to the basement, but it was the only way to get to that place of the house.

-Don't get out of here, is an order- mom told me - nor pronounce single word. Was the last thing she said before closing completely the only basement entrance.

There were places where I could see between the wood, what was happening in several different areas of the first floor. And next images are engraved in me: A shot by my brother and two against him, my mom was dragged, beaten until she started coughing up blood and looked at me, and a shot right in her head, and there remained.

With my eyes, I saw them die one by one, my mom's blood fell on my cheek while tears threatened to emerge, I was in shock, I didn't moved until I heard they were about to discover my hiding place. Seek shelter between things, not wanting to be discovered, that day I made my decision, "I'll kill with my own hands, those who took my family," that's my only thought to remember that tragic day.

I didn't get out of the basement for two days, when someone rolled the object was above the door of the basement, I ran away, that was not my home anymore, it was not my family and all I could see were the bodies lives of them and rotting and blood was dry, and did not leak more.

I spent several years in different places making me place among the rebels. Now, seven years ago that day happened, I remember perfectly. I'm James Turner and with just 17 ​​years, I'm commanding ones of the troop of rebels against the power of the President Maximiliano.

All I heard last night, was a plan to penetrate the hiding place of the dictator, one of the worst and tyrants presidents that my nation have had, my only thought was to kill him with my own hands. I am part of this rebellion, of those who were tired of seeing how they threatened and sowed fear in us, and killing our families, as I had happened to me, he had taken the mine. I volunteered, to have the honor of killing him, all resolved without reproach, I knew that would not pay for that, it would be the only one able to kill him with my own if necessary, had so much hatred for him that would not back down if he I crawled to him not to. After many that tragedy happened, I still remember, it was my breath, that's what I had fought and was here, in the middle of combat.

The infamous was in the center of the tent, guarded by 25 soldiers across the whole camp was resting his army, had not reached the news would attack soon. When I gave the signal to advance, a shot was heard no more, went into action. Bullet after bullet, splattering blood and dead bodies falling one after another. We were with the same amount of warriors, there was not much difference. I made my way through the crowd, with two soldiers who had given his word to cover me.

So many years had waited for this moment, I slowly approached my target, kill him. 20 more bodies had to shoot in order to move, until we walked to his letter and there it was, standing, waiting who would give him death with this surprise attack.

-Who are you? - the tyrant said in an authoritative voice, if it had been a child I was afraid but that was not the case. From the shadows emerged two soldiers and shot them before my subordinates to defend.

-Withdraw- I told to my people, seeing as of him were already dead- monitor anyone to enter.

They came out and there was silence, only background shots could be heard. There were no movements of the two, it was he who broke the silence:

-Well?

-The one you'll snatch your life unhappy negligible- I answered, there was no expression on his face eather when he pointed out.-As you did with my family- he said nothing and I continued. -You deserve to die not only for them but for all those who've left home or someone ever love, do not you know who have died because of you, innocent blood, my mother was beaten to almost kill her and many others spent at that I spent, you do not deserve to be treated as a person, you're a fucking bastard.- I spitting out the last words of disgust towards him.

-Why do you think it was me? - he said without showing anything in his voice.

-Because your damn were soldiers who were, tell me!- I screaming. -Who gives the orders? That thought bastard.- And I took the secure and shot, fell a few inches from my place, he was proud of me, to end the dictator who snatched all I loved, my family, another shot and chest pain emerged, blood ranged from my chest, the bullet had gone through my body, I quickly fell, I felt like my lungs stopped working and the blood also flowed from my mouth, and slowly was also taken away my life, the same day he had taken revenge for my family.I never knew who was the last memories I have never been clear, all I remember clearly as I saw him fall and severe pain in my chest, there remains lifeless on the spot of the death of my enemy would end, but I meet with them soon, my family was there waiting on the other side of the tunnel ...

End.