The Boy With a Silenced Pistol (Demo)

Prologue

Late night, Sean had just woken up. The only thing he could think of, were the words "go back to sleep"

Since he couldn't sleep, he decided to ease his tiredness by watching YouTube, as almost every fourteen year old boy would. Sean blindly reached over to his nightstand on the right side of his bed, hitting his alarm clock while
nearly knocking over his lamp.
Eventually, he ended up  just opening his eyes and not being lazy, which defies Sean's normal logic. He grabbed his wireless ear buds and put one in his ear, so he could listen for the footsteps of an intruder in his room. Making a rookie mistake, Sean didn't notice his ear buds weren't synced with his phone, as a loud "hello everybody my name is markiplier and welcome back to scp containment breach" filled his room and the hallway outside of it.

"Shit!" He thought as he fumbled around with his phone at two am as fast as he could hoping to deafen the noise.

Finally, he ended up just shutting down his phone completely. Sean laid in his bed for a few seconds, listening for the incoming footsteps of his parents.

Step...step...step... He heard someone coming. Springing out of bed onto his feet, Sean walked towards the door as it opened from the outside of his room.

"Sorry dad! I got up to go to the bathroom and I stepped on one of my old legos, and I yelled in pain...I promise it won't-" Sean started, before he looked up, noticing that it wasn't his dad, it was a masked man, holding a silenced pistol.

The man pointed the gun at Sean's head, while putting his finger over his mouth telling Sean to be quiet. He signaled Sean to come closer. As he walked closer to the masked fugitive, the masked man was looking around to make sure that no one else was in the room with them.

This is my chance Sean thought, right before he jumped the masked man. Ripping the gun out of his hand, Sean pulled the mans arm towards him while putting his right knee into the fugitive's rib cage. While he was dazed, Sean also woke him up by making his fists meet the mask and the mans skull itself. The man found himself on the ground near the firearm, as he reached out as a desperate hope to win the fight. Quickly, poorly, and slowly aiming at Sean, it didn't take Sean long to realize what the masked fugitive was doing, as he shuffled to the right, nearly dodging a bullet. He could almost feel the led grave his skin as it traveled of a rate of hundreds of feet per second. Kicking the weapon out of the mans hand, Sean dove for the weapon. And picking it up, he discharged 4 bullets into the masked mans skull with almost no hesitation.

Sighing out of relief, Sean took a knee to realize what had just happened. No response came from the lifeless body that was now permeating the smell of blood through Sean's room. He stood up, eyes wide, body shaking, head pounding, and heart pulsing, Sean came to a devastating conclusion.

"No" Sean exhaled to himself. "I-I couldn't..."

Peeking through the door hole, Sean's father saw a body on the ground and person with a weapon in they're hand. Charging in the room, he tackled Sean throwing him onto the ground.

Sean's screams we're muffled and incomplete, as he currently couldn't speak due to the adrenaline and surprise.

Robert not noticing his son, put two bullets into Sean's shin. A deafening scream came from Sean's mouth.

Finally noticing his son, Robert started the process of apologizing, as he didn't really know what to say. Hate was building up in Sean, he was tired of the actions that were being
be done to him. But this time, he finally had the power and the will to stop it.

Robert smirked as he noticed Sean's wounds weren't fatal.

"Sean you idiot." Robert declared. "How the fuck are we going to explain this?"

He walked towards the injured Sean, with anger building up.

"You fucking ruin everything little shit!" Robert yelled, as he started to beat Sean, after every word he said.

Hit after hit, a crack to the rib, a blunt hit to the knee, a punch to the shoulder, Sean had enough. After years and years of it, he was done. Drawing the pistol that both Sean and Robert  forgot that Sean held, he emptied the rest of his entire magazine into his fathers chest.

Almost as if he knew what he was doing, Sean stoped his weapon and grabbed the one his father was holding as his father laid on the ground, with barely any life in him.

Not even making eye contact with his father, Sean seamlessly broke his glass window and vaulted over it. Only falling from the second story of the house, Sean shattered his leg, which already had multiple bullets in it.