BANG!
Thunder crashed outside as the night sky drew in. The wind howled a heartbroken howl as it swept away leaves and twigs from their trees. A small mouse scattered around, desperate to protect her young from the raging storm, gathering leaves and broken-off bark to act as shelter. Suddenly, a cat snatched her up in its mouth and scarpered.
Marianne packed her son's bags, ready to go at any minute. She knew they were coming. They'd gone too far this time. She slammed the suitcase lid down with a sharp exhale, and wanted to weep but knew there was no point.
"Why are you packing my bags, Mummy?" A small voice broke the silence.
"We're...going on holiday. To somewhere where there's lots of nice people, and we're going to have a great time."
"Really? On holiday? Wow!" The young boy smiled a gap-toothed grin, as the sound of car doors slamming sent shivers down the woman's spine.
"Yes. Mummy just has to pop downstairs for a minute. You stay up here and think of all the things you can do when we're away, OK?"
"OK!" Marianne smiled melancholically *if only he knew* she thought.
She heard loud banging on the door.
"They're here.." She whispered. She could already hear her husband answering the door.
"Hello? Yes, my wife's here aswell. Marianne!"
"Yes?" She dashed down the stairs, like a frightened bunny dashing from its owners.
"They're here for us."
She walked towards the door, seeing two men in government uniforms, one holding their order for execution, the other holding a gun.
"We have a son, who's currently upstairs. He isn't like us at all, and thinks he's about to go on holiday."
The gun-holder smirked,
"They're so easy to fool when they're young, eh? Right then, out you come."
Both parents stepped out of the house, as the soldier loaded his gun. The other soldier tied blindfolds on them, after which both parents kneeled facing the gun's barrel.
"Now," the gun-holder started, "You'll feel a slight pinch..."
BANG!
BANG!
Both parents collapsed.
The soldiers heard from inside the house : "Mummy? Daddy? Who were you talking to?"
The soldiers headed up to where the voice came from, to find a young boy, sitting cross-legged on the floor in his parents' room.
"Mr. C. Létissier?" One of the soldiers asked.
"Yes, that's me. Where are my parents? Who are you two?" The boy seemed intrigued, his eyes darting between the two.
"Ask no questions, and you shall receive no lies. You are to come with us, please, young sir. Take your belongings with you."
The boy grabbed the suitcase and was marched off by the soldiers, out the bedroom door, across the landing, down the stairs, out the front door and towards the soldiers' car. The young boy turned to see his house one last time, at which he saw his parents. He yelled,
"Mum!"
"Dad!"