Okay, ladies and gentlemen… This is a slightly dark story too, since this is a horror story, Lol. Obvious much? Anyway, I don't think I will update this as fast as my other stories but I only wrote this when I'm free or writer block during other stories. Nothings belongs to me but plot and extra characters.
Oath Of The Pistol
"You sure you're okay with staying at home alone?"
Simon asked worriedly, stood beside the door of kitchen as he adjusted the books in his embrace. Theodore bit his lips, putting down his pen gently as he looked away, resting both of his fists on the dining table.
"Yeah." Theodore answered quietly.
Simon sighed as he turned away, almost walking to the front door before he knocked over a camping bag, causing it to fall on the floor. The containments spread to everywhere, revealing the stuff and kits in the bag. Theodore threw a knowing glance to the bag, saddening his eyes as a certain object grabbed his attention. Simon crotched down slowly, picking up everything and put it gently into the bag. He put everything inside, except a certain black object.
"You're going to use this on tomorrow's jungle trekking…" Simon held the pistol in his hand, clenching it tighter in his bare palm. He paused, locking his eyes with the green-clad chipmunk. Simon could see fear and worry in Theodore's forest green eyes, but he knew it was way beyond that. "Right?" Simon asked softly, predicting the answer that his baby brother was going to give him.
"I…" Theodore trailed off, not able to finish that sentence as he remembered the past, the lost of his beloved family…
Simon stood up slowly, putting the gun back into the camping bag as he walked to the kitchen, resting it on the dining table. Theodore's eyes followed his movement, gaze observing the position of the pistol. "You have to use it…" Simon gave his advice, patting his baby brother's chest brotherly. "To defend yourself…" He explained further, wishing that he could make his brother understand his motive.
Theodore sat there silently, putting both of his palms on his lap as he stared at the lotus green camping bag. "We have already regret of the memories…" Simon put down his book on the table, continuing to explain what he had said for the millionth times. "Miss Miller died because of a robbery…" He recalled back the funeral they had for the chipette's caretaker. He crotched down again to the same level as Theodore, eyes staring into his. "And I don't want that to happen to you…" Simon confessed sincerely, showing his care through his greyish and slightly cerulean eyes.
Theodore bit his lips, feeling his blood has stopped its flowing in his mouth. "What if I kill someone?" He asked timidly, being too sweet to murder someone. He fiddled his thumbs around, not daring to look back at his blue-clad brother.
"Just remember…" Simon suggested, standing up once again with the books as he walked to the front door, hand grasping the doorknob. "Let your heart to guide you and the bullets to be your actions…" He spoke slowly, almost in a poetic tone as he opened the door, only to meet with a yellowish evening. Theodore held his homework in his hands, almost crushing with his frustration.
"Jeanette will be here to tutor you later." Simon reminded, remembering vividly the help his purple-clad girlfriend promised to give to his baby brother during recess. He closed the door behind him, walking to the library as he decided to finish his project.
Theodore leaned against the back of the dining chair, staring up at the ceiling. A world full of evil… He closer his eyes slowly, resting his mind. And I have to protect myself…
Time is running out… The sudden voice snapped Theodore out of his trance, looking around the kitchen as he searched for the source of the mysterious voice.
"Who are you?" Theodore asked frantically, slightly afraid of this unusual scene. Suddenly, he could a hand was put on his shoulder, letting a chilly cold to past through his spinel cord. He yelp in a frightened voice when he could feel two hands on both of his shoulders, hopping from the chair as he spun around to look at the chair. However, to his surprise, there was nothing there except the lonely wooden chair.
This city of darkness will be demolished… Strangely, a purple lighting struck outside as Theodore looked out to the window worriedly, only to see a part of the road was burned out. The backdoor of the kitchen opened slowly on itself, making a creak sound as Theodore shifted his gaze to it worriedly, scared of this weird situation.
And the eyes of reaper will be opened… The television switched on itself, making Theodore to jump in surprise as he looked to it, walking backwards to the backdoor. For a moment, the voice stopped as Theodore assured himself that it was only hallucination. He locked the backdoor gently, eyes locking to the television.
Suddenly, the door bell rang as Theodore squeaked under his breath, staring at the door. The bell rang again, almost sounding as it was frantic. With a throbbing heart beating against his chest, Theodore pranced slowly to the door, grabbing a knife from his camping bag as he was ready to stab anyone in the front porch. He twisted the doorknob, slamming the door wide before pointing the knife at the stranger like a pistol, closing his eyes as he was unbearable to witness anything to make his day more bizarre.
"What are you doing?" The voice made Theodore to release a deep breath as he opened an eye in timidness, meeting a purple-clad chipette in front of him. Jeanette raised an eyebrow at his action, using an index finger to push the knife away from herself.
Theodore popped his head out tohe front door, watching the empty streets as there was no one at all. He shifted his glance to the middle of the road, only to see the burned out part has disappeared. The sun was setting down slowly, indicating the eerie and creepy night as there was only a crumpled up paper flying on the streets. Jeanette walked into the house, staring at the green-clad chipmunk awkwardly as he shut the door, back leaning against the door and sighed in relieve.
"Why do you look so pale and scared?" Jeanette asked in concern, scanning the youngest Seville from top to the bottom. Theodore bit his lips, clenching the knife tighter in his bare palm. He was speechless, How can I explain? The bizarre event only happened for a minute, but if Theodore was only a few years younger, he would be crying and peeing his pants out in fear.
"Look," Theodore started once he had gathered his composure, putting down the knife on a nearby table. "There's been a weird voice and-"
A voice interrupted their conversation as their eyes twitched at that point, walking to the living room as they looked at the automatically switched on television. "The government has made the decision and the city would be destroy in a short time," A news reporter was speaking clearly as the background was fulled of armed tanks and jeeps. Theodore and Jeanette looked to each other in bewilderment before turning their gaze back to the television. "It was due to the lost controlled plague and the scientists couldn't figure out an alternative, so…"
"Plague?" Theodore asked curiously, walking closer to the television as Jeanette followed behind him. "What plague?" He repeated the same statement, still staring at the news reporter in disbelieve.
"Maybe it's the virus the newspaper been posting about?" Jeanette guessed, pushing up her spectacles as she looked at the television as well.
"The one to eliminate the criminals?" Theodore questioned, switching off the television as he turned to middle child of Miller, continuing to talk about the strange subject.
"It could be," Jeanette nodded her head understandingly, "And this city has been listed the town that consists of most crimes." She explained further.
In instincts, Theodore could remembered what the mysterious voice told him. This city of darkness will be demolished… He looked down to his sneakers, thinking back to the creepy statement. It doesn't make sense. Theodore shook his head negatively, Why would…
"I thought they said that the virus was a complete failure, it was overly mutated." Jeanette wondered loudly, snapping Theodore out of his trance. "But where did they inject the virus?" She muttered under her breath, tapping her chin twice.
"Actually, it's…" Theodore was tempted to say it's their town, but courtesy of his cowardly attitude, he couldn't speak it out. Jeanette looked to him, expecting an answer but a sound of thud disrupted their conversation.
"What was that?" Jeanette asked to no one, turning her head around in a perplexed way.
A sound of slight earthquake was followed behind, making both Jeanette and Theodore to stumble a few steps. They stood steadily after a moment of silence, patting the dusts off their shirts. Before Theodore could even answer Jeanette, another rushing voice of water in faraway stopped his lips abruptly. They walked to the door of kitchen meekly, slightly freaked out by the supernatural events that were happening around them. The paip under the basin was vibrating under a constant speed as the two confused chipmunks crotched down at the floor to look at the paip.
"What's happening?" Theodore asked, getting closer to Jeanette as he grabbed her arm in fear, eyes widening on their own and stared at the vibrating paip.
Immediately, they got their answer with their frightened screams as a dark, rot hand shoot up from the basin, fingers grasping the side of the sink…
Only 6 bullets left in the pistol…
And the horror only starts at the next chapter, should I continue this? If I really decide to continue this, I'll only probably update this when I'm free from my other stories. Please review.
Note: Should I continue this?
From-Pancakez
