Delusions
18
A burly man with a face covered in a black hood walked into a house. It seemed that the occupants of the house had fallen asleep, unaware of the presence of a man carrying an axe in his right hand. The man walked in the dark of the house quietly, as if he were just a passing wind.
The man walked slowly up the stairs to the top floor. His lips whistled softly, his left hand gently rubbing his axe. Very carefully the man turned the doorknob, and the door opened easily. It seemed like the host was too sleepy that he forgot to lock the door of his own room.
The man stepped into the room, the glove-covered index finger pressing on the light switch. Suddenly the once dark room became light.
“Oh, how romantic this couple. Unfortunately today his life will drift to meet the angel of death.” His black lips chuckled in amusement, his sharp eyes staring at the two people who were asleep on the bed.
“Dad, wake. I can't wait to kill you.” The man chuckled loudly, making the two sleeping people instantly wake up from their beautiful dreams.
“Who are you? How dare you enter my room!” the husband shouted furiously, while his wife looked cowering in fear next to him.
“Come, Damian. Why are you so angry? I was just visiting,” chirped the mysterious man, he sat his ass on the table.
“Who are you?” damian asked furiously. He and his wife stood up from their bed.
“I? Did you forget this handsome face?” The man took off the hood of his jacket, and Damian and his wife looked at the man's face.
“Ka-you? Why?” Damian was fixated on disbelief.
“What? I just came here to take something that should be mine,” said the man, his lips pursed. But his eyes looked at Damian with a sharp and wrathful look.
“What do you mean? I never took anything from you! Now, get out of my house motherfucker!” Damian shouted furiously.
He told his wife to get out of the room with an eye gesture, but the man also knew his point. Leisurely yet vigorously, the man threw his axe towards the woman's head. Instantly a sharp axe eye pierced through his head. His body collapsed with the ax still attached to his head and his eyes opened wide. Damian was hysterical.
“Isabelle!”
The man laughed broadly as his throw was on target. Damian approached his wife who died. He cried while hugging his wife who had left. Damian shouted furiously, he picked up a gun that was in his nightstand drawer. He shot his gun at the man blindly.
“DEAD YOU ASSHOLE!”
Dorian
Dorian
“Sialan.”
The man reached into his jacket pocket, and grabbed his gun.
Dorian
Damian looked at the man with a pus. His eyes widened, Damian felt his left chest hit. Blood seeped out of it, Damian's body collapsing instantly. His mouth was spitting out fresh blood. Her breath feels tight.
“Ka-you.”
“Not dead yet huh?”
The man stepped on the back of Damian's hand, he pointed the muzzle of his gun towards Damian's head.
Dorian
“See you guys, in hell.” The man smiled broadly.
In front of the room door, a boy stared flatly at the man in front of him. His eyes turned to stare at the corpse of his parents who were killed horribly. Feeling that someone else was coming, the man looked at the door of the room. He looked at the boy in front of him with a smile. His gun was pointed towards the boy.
“You're next.”
Dorian
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