Vengeance

The boy ran in the dark narrow street, his glasses bouncing on his nose as he ran. The cold heavy metal in his hands shined with the glimpse of the moonlight escaping from between the trees, his footsteps echoing in the empty street. His heart throbbing hard and loudly against his chest, his breath led out small puffs of smoke in the cold night.
He could see them now, the family the small happy family. He was coming closer and closer. He halted six feet away. He was not visible in the darkness, nobody noticed him.
The father held a small baby girl in his arms while he smiled at her, her mother tickling the baby as she giggled.
The mother had long dark brown hair, neatly tied up from the front and falling to her waist. Her green eyes were visible in the moonlight. She wore an elegant navy blue dress. While the father wore a creamy white shirt and a baige dress pant, his hair was short and black in color. His glasses suited his long face.

The boy moved a bit further. The mother looked up, she opened her arms for the boy, as if she recognised the boy. The boy raised the cold, the heavy metal and pointed it towards her. A warm welcoming smile appeared on her face. The boy pulled the trigger and she fell to the ground with a thud. The father looked up at the boy and smiled. The boy once more pulled the trigger, the bullet went through the fathers forehead.

The child slipped from his hands. He fell to the ground, the boy laughed loudly and wickedly, while the baby shrieked and cried, her face covered with her own parents blood.......

....... My eyes suddenly fluttered open and I fell face-down on the ground. I rolled over on the floor and lay panting on the warm carpet for a while.