"Abigail," Malachi whispered in her ear, "you must stop shaking or you'll give us away." Abigail swallowed her fear and did her best to look casual leaning against the counter sipping a soda pop. Job and his father walked in, she smiled and waved, then she turned pale, Isaac had walked up. He nodded to Malachi, who nodded to Jake, who locked the door. Cindy, Abigail's best friend through out school, poured white powder into the coffee pot and served it to a bunch of older costumers. Malachi and a bunch of the older boys pulled out their weapons and Malachi handed a hunting knife to Abigail. Some of the costumers got worried looks; some assumed it was a joke, the children descended upon the café like vultures. The adult's lives were extinguished like small candles, by the very ones they had raised and maybe even given birth to. Abigail shook her head and looked down at the knife in her hand; it was covered in blood up to her wrist. She dropped it and it fell to the ground making a loud clatter in the suddenly silent diner. She looked around seeing that it was now just her and Malachi standing in the diner alone.
"Malachi…" She faintly whispered, "What did I do?" Abigail squeezed her eyes shut, afraid of what the answer might be.
He laughed, "I'm not sure you need my help with killing…" They both laughed, Malachi sincerely, Abigail trying to make light of the fact she just killed her neighbors. Malachi grabbed Abigail by the hand and they walked together back to the clearing to rest and clean up a little. The clearing was empty; Abigail collapsed against Malachi and breathed in the musty scent of his clothes.
"Mmm. Malachi," She moaned half asleep. "I love you." Malachi hooked her chin with his fingers and kissed her passionately on the lips. They two of them deepened the kiss and wrapped their arms around each other, but they were interrupted by Isaac's shrill voice.
"Malachi!" He pulled them apart, "at least hold off in the clearing!"