The Murder King (A First Draft)

In Which We Are Busted

        This whole chapter make me feel like a terrible leader, because it is all my fault we were caught.  I wasn't careful.  I didn't warn the others.  It's all my fault. 

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November 18, 2011 

        I hear a knocking at the door.  "Coming!" I yell as I get up from my chair in the kitchen.  I'm not sure who it is, but I suspect it's more people stopping by from the local church to invite me.  I've already explained to them that myself and the people living with me are atheists, but I guess they think they can "convert" me.  I open the door with a cordial, "Hello."  The first thing I see is a badge.  The next thing I say.  "Oh fuck..." 

        I ask them what they are doing at my door at two in the evening on a Friday.  They didn't say anything, just waved a permit in my face and walked in.  I'm pretty sure there badges said FBI, so I knew there was no way I was getting away.  I reached in my pocket, drew out my knife, and ran at them.  I was pinned to the wall with a gun held against my head before I had a chance to inflict any real damage.  One of the men had a superficial cut across the face, and the other would probably be bruised from where I kicked him.  "So I guess your the infamous Murder King?" one of them inquired.  The other took one look at me and said, "Pathetic." 

        Mr. Pathetic was dead in seconds.  I might not have inflicted much damage, but Josh sure could.  He shot the agent in the head and was taking aim at the other one when his gun was knocked out of his hands.  A third agent ran in to hold me down.  A fourth came in as backup.  "Search the house!" screeched the one who was holding down Joshua, "There are two more in here somewhere!"  I knew that Mary and Jack would hear the yelling, gunshots, and thumping and would be preparing for a final stand. 

        I can't be sure what happened after that, because I was hit with something heavy and knocked out.  I could hear sounds of a struggle from behind me as I was picked up and carried to the waiting van.  I woke up in this cell.