Uncle Charlie called down to India, "Come here India!" he yelled, "Come and look!"
India looked up at the stairs at the sound of his voice. She went to the luggage she had packed and brought out a canvas bag than she found her way up stairs and found Uncle Charlie on top of her mother. He had his right foot on her back and he had her father's belt wrapped around her mother's neck. He was pulling just like he had before in the woods. India pulled from the canvas bag the rifle that she had used for hunting with her father and pointed it at them. Uncle Charlie looked at her with a mix of confusion, anticipation and acceptance. He knew she was going to kill someone and he was fine with that; he would accept any fate she chose. Charlie trusted India completely. Her mother struggled underneath him, straining to look at India; she was horrified. India looked through the sight, aiming; then she fired.
Her mother's head dropped, blood splattering across her uncle's face. Uncle Charlie stood up and looked at India as he wiped his face with his sleeve.
He smiled, "Are you ready to go?" he asked her. She nodded, he took her hand in his and they began their way down stairs, hand in hand.
There were almost five boulders that now sat in the garden under which lied almost five dead bodies but they didn't worry much about that as they sped off in the blue black convertible. At these speeds it wasn't long before they attracted the attention of the Sheriff. He flashed his lights and signalled for them to pull over to the side of the road.
They complied and stopped the car.
The Sheriff walked up to the driver's side and India looked up at him.
"Do you know how fast you were driving?" the Sheriff asked.
"Assez efficace Sheriff." India replied.
The Sheriff screwed up his face at her reply, "What did you say?" he drawled.
"Effectively enough Sheriff." She said again, this time in English and not French.
"What do you mean by enough?"
"Enough to get your attention." Charlie answered for her as he opened the car door and stood up. India reached over and pulled up a pair of garden sheers, which she preceded to lunge into the Sheriff's neck. The Sheriff stumbled back, and fled into the nearby brush. Charlie followed him as he slowly began to pull off his belt. When he reached the Sheriff he wrapped the belt around his neck and pulled, snapping it. Charlie looked up at India and smiled.
"All done." He announced.
India smiled back, "I really do think we'll enjoy New York."