First she called the police; she was breaking down, and totally impressed at the fact that she could dial even three digits. When they picked up and asked her what was her emergency she screamed again, that is all she could really think to do, she didn't know how to put into words: My Family has been murdered get your asses down here now!
"Please calm down, and state your emergency, I cannot help until I know what is going on," the officer on the other end replied.
Margo surprised herself by responding to her questions- though, in a slurred and garbled language. Margo told them what had happened, her address and the names. Although they asked her to stay on the phone she hung up because she needed to call her brother and warn him, however, this time she wasn't as lucky.
His phone was off, horribly inconvenient, and she had no way to reach him. She was still only across the street from her apartment complex but the window leading to her room was at the back of building, if her brother chose to go the back way he wouldn't pass her. She refused to let her brother be endangered because of her cowardice.
And besides Mare, he is probably busy cleaning up all the evidence from the…well, you get the point.
As she walked cautiously back towards her apartment building she kept trying to call her brother, leaving voicemails, texting him, but it was no use, she got no response. Then she saw him and her heart dropped even further down.
He was already up the ladder climbing through the window into her own room. Her brain didn't think, it just reacted and she screamed, the loudest she had ever screamed, at him. He was so startled by it, he almost fell backwards and Margo immediately shut up.
"Mare, what are you doing down there," he said once he regained his balance, "and don't scream, you'll attract mom's attention, that is the last thing we need right now."
"Just get down here Frank, please, now, please Frank, now now now NOW," by now Frank just looked perplexed but with a shake of his head he started to climb back down.
"Damn, Mare, alright, don't freak out, oh sshh, Mare, your door just opened, it's probably mom."
Margo didn't know what to do, she knew it wasn't her mother but maybe whoever it was wouldn't look outside if they didn't make any more noise. She thought that sounded smart, but she didn't listen to herself and tried to quietly persuade Frank down the ladder. When that masked head poked out the open window she gave up and just yelled to her brother to get down NOW.
Frank was still close to the second story but just out of grasp of the man and he could have gotten away clean but the man started to shake the ladder from left to right, disabling Frank from trying to climb down safely. Not that it mattered because as he was distracted by just trying to hold on, the man in her house threw the ladder all the way to one side and Frank with it. It was his turn to scream.
Even more unfortunate, was that Frank had looped his arms in the rungs of the ladder for security but now, as the ladder fell, his arms were stuck under it and broke upon impact with the pavement. He screeched and writhed in agony.
As he hit the ground Margo looked up toward the window to see the masked figure vanish further back into her room, she knew whoever it was would be upon them in seconds. More than dying, what really scared her was not knowing who it was behind the mask.
"Oh my god, Frank, how are we going to get you out of there? Your arm is like, like, like…" Margo, staring hard at Frank's arms just started to break down and hyperventilate, not that this was at all the time for it; she knew she had to pull it together to save him, "Frank, if you need to scream, you better do it now because you'll have to be quiet when we run for it.
Frank didn't make a reply in words, just looked at her with terrified eyes too afraid to ask what she was about to do. She laid one hand on each of his shoulders, and pulled up and backward. The sound he emitted was, besides deafening, sickening and it made Margo want to puke. When his arms had given up resistance and come out from under the ladder she rolled her brother over onto his back.
Margo was strong, she had grown up with 4 brothers, but she didn't think she would be able to, one, get her brother up, and two, support him they escaped. Does it matter? Won't that creature be here any second with his knife that he'd just love to puncture my throat with? We're both dead…No, don't think like that, just, just, just; get up and run.
With strength she had no idea she possessed she grabbed her brother from his armpits and pulled him onto his feet. He staggered a few feet, and he would have fallen again but Margo caught him before he had the chance to completely shatter his arms.
"Run, yes?" Margo said.
Frank just nodded, too shocked and half catatonic to react fully to any new development in the environment. Luckily, for Margo, he could support himself after moving several feet and although he wasn'tmoving terribly fast it would have to do. She knew her town well; she could turn it into a maze if she had to. She hadn't noticed the costumed man keeping up with her from behind, stalking her.