Blood will run forever

WHAM!

The woman gazed helplessly up at who was supposed to be her husband. His brown eyes alive with malice, he grabbed her by the hair and dragged her down to the basement. She sobbed and screamed uncontrollably, able to hear her children's screams, not able to help them. This was a regular occurrence- 10 years of marriage to this monster, whom she had met at the coffee-shop she had worked in as a teenager. He had sweet-talked her, promised her the world... then got her pregnant, as well as beating the shit out of her. That was 17 years ago when they first met; an off-and-on relationship that resulted in 4 children, 4 children who she did her best to take care of, to shield them from this monster. She knew that she should just run away with the kids; she had been secretly seeing someone, a man who never beat her, always made her kids feel loved and respected... this man, so different from her husband. She wondered how the hell the 2 of them ever became friends.

Which was probably why the woman found herself locked in the basement, tied and gagged, with her children. The monster probably found out about the other man. She noticed that only 3 of her children were present- her eldest 17 year old daughter, and her twin boy and girl, both 7. Her 14 year old eldest son was nowhere to be found. She hoped that his father hadn't killed him. Her kids were in hysterics, trying to reach for their mother, to hold each other... but her children had been bound to poles on the floor, unable to move, except to struggle against their bonds. Their father was now making his way back down the stairs- with a jerry can in his hands.

His wife and children were terrified beyond anything they had ever felt. They knew what was coming now; their father had never done this sort of thing to them before. All of them unable to speak from the gags in their mouths, all they could do was muffle their protests, sobbing. The man grinned, leering at his wife and children. "I'm real sorry its come to this" the man sneered, as he started pouring the gasoline in copious amounts all over his family, "but if I can't have you, no-one else can. Besides, I got a big job comin' up, and I don't wanna give you scumbags a cent of what I take! Hookers and cocaine for me for life! And Hell... for all of y'all!" With that, he started making a trail away from his family up the stairs and out of the house. He thought he would have a cigar, let them stew... the longer they waited, the worse it would get for them. He smiled to himself evilly. Did that good-for-nothing hussy REALLY think she could take the little brats and run? With another man? He smiled to himself- he knew the other man very well. They worked together. 25 minutes had lapsed when he finally decided to end the lives of his family, tossing the lit cigar onto the trail of gas.

The woman and the children screamed as the fire hit them, struggling madly against the bonds, but it was useless. The woman looked at her children one last time before surrendering to the darkness.



The teenager was stirring. He felt handcuffs holding his hands together. Immediately he knew he was in back of a patrol car. His head hurt... by god, what the hell had happened? Through blurry eyes he could make out the two cops glaring at him with vile hatred upon their faces. He passed out again from sheer exhaustion.



The man who had just murdered his family, expect for one of his children, was speeding towards the meeting place hours before the boy would awaken in the back of a patrol car. He was elated- finally, no more family to tie him down. Whatever money he stole from this job would be his. And his working partner would never know a thing about what had happened, except to believe that the boy did it. Because the father had planted evidence all over the crime scene so that everyone would blame the boy.

Notes

One member of A7X is hidden in this chapter.