What the hell is wrong with you, we are a family! Walt spat. After every damn thing I have done for this family and you attack me, I should have left years ago! He stood there for a moment glancing up at the knife held carelessly in his hand. He took close attention as to how it caught the light how his blood clung to the end. Before thinking he advanced on them, Skylar and Flynn, the looks of terror on their faces growing as he lifted the knife. I m going to do something I should have done five minutes ago! He yelled as he plunged the knife down. Blood spurted into his face as the knife met Skylar s chest. How do you like that you insufferable Bitch! He plunged the knife down once again this time meeting her shoulder. He continued slashing and stabbing until he heard Holly begin to cry. He gazed up and saw Flynn with the phone looking in horror at the mangled form of his dead mother. His fingers scrambled for the numbers 911. Hello, I d like the police! Yes sir, please hold for a moment. Walt thought of his options of which there were few.
He did the easiest thing he could think of. He lifted his knife throwing it right at his son s forehead. He fell right to the floor as the knife was right between his eyes. Hello, sir, are you there? The phone was hung up and Walt just knelt there covered in his wife s blood, screaming into the air.