Desperate screaming could be heard all over. High pitch screams rang through the entire area. Voice crying out for help, but nobody was there to hear it. Then suddenly-
Silence.
A boy just stood there, in the middle of what seems to be a bedroom. As his mind tried to register what just happened before him.
The walls painted white. A single sized bed on the left corner with a white duvet draped over it. A dark wooden nightstand beside it, with a white lamp switched off, standing on top. A window on the right wall that's left open, curtains flowing by the midnight breeze. And a red rug on the center of the room.
A red rug that used to be white just a few seconds ago...
With the newfound silence enveloping the room, he could now hear the wind rustling leaves in the trees. He can hear to the neighborhood dogs' barking non-stop, no doubt alerted by the horrifying sounds that emitted from the room just a few seconds ago.
The corpses of his family lay dead at his feet. His mother and father still holding their arms protectively over their son, his brother, who doesn't seem to be any older than 10. Then a long bloodstained sword going through the bodies of the entire family.
It was a real massacre. All of his family are dead. Except for him. Only he was saved from the murdering psychopath.
Blood stained his hands from when he tried to wake up his family, shook their bodies, hoping that it's just like any other morning that they would wake up once you call out their name.
Tears started to form from the corners of his eyes. A choked sob escaped his lips. This just couldn't be real. They were all so alive just a few moments ago.
He mustered up any courage left in him and grabbed the hilt of the sword, and with all of his strength, pulled the sword out of his family's corpses.
The sword, now in his hand, still stained by the blood of his beloved family that is no longer alive.
He stared at it. Tears still streaming down his face. Then in that moment, something in him changed. His eyes unforgiving, a new resolve quickly sparked in him.
He would get revenge, he decided. He will kill that psychopath using the very same sword that he used to take his family away from him.
This sword, the very same weapon that took the lives of his loved ones, it will be the one to turn him into a murderer.
The sword felt heavy in his hand.
