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They stood in silence for another moment, their eyes darting across the house, searching for any sign of the enemy. "Follow me," Cindy whispered while tiptoeing towardsthe dining room. Jimmy nodded as she began to walk through the living room.
They were about to enter the kitchen when Cindy abruptly stopped after hearing a noise from the living room stairs. She spun around and heard her mother coming downstairs.
"Over here," Jimmy said while finding a place to hide. He grabbed her hand and slid across the floor and under their dining table. "Shh," Cindy told Jimmy as her mother finished descending their stairs. Jimmy didn't move a muscle as her footsteps became louder.
Their eyes widened as they noticed Mrs. Vortex's legs walk past. Cindy's pupils slowly followed her mother's path; her head remained completely still. Mrs. Vortex walked over to a drawer on the counter and began rustling through it. "Got it," she happily said to herself before closing the drawer and heading back upstairs.
Neither of them moved until they heard Mrs. Vortex's bedroom door slam shut. Cindy let out a small sigh of relief and got out from under the table. "Darn it!" she practically shouted as she hit her head. She immediately clasped her hands to her mouth. She and Jimmy glanced towards the stairs, but Mrs. Vortex didn't appear to have heard anything.
"Quiet, remember?" Jimmy nervously whispered as Cindy grabbed his hand and pulled him out from under the table.
"Shut it," Cindy angrily said while slipping off her shoes. She could see Jimmy staring oddly at her through the corner of her eyes. "They make noise," she explained.
"Oh," was all Jimmy said as he also slipped his off. They shoved their shoes under the table and slowly walked over to the counter. "What are we doing down here?"
Cindy answered his question by opening the drawer her mother had just gone through and rustling around. She pushed past a newly opened box of what appeared to be chocolate coins and pulled out two large knives. "Here," she whispered while handing one over to Jimmy.
Jimmy studied the polished weapon for a moment before slipping it through his jeans' waistband on his right side. "I'd rather use a gun," he said with disgust. He wanted to be as far away from his target as possible.
"Not me," Cindy said with a devilish smile. She was looking forward to see the look of pain on her mother's face.
Jimmy eyed her strangely for a moment. "Don't do what you don't have to, Cindy. That's just what she wants."
Cindy laughed a little. "She wants us to kill her?"
Jimmy shook his head. "No. She wants us to be the bad guys."
Cindy took her gaze off of Jimmy and back onto the shining knife in her hands. "An eye for an eye, Big Brain," she muttered to herself before tucking it down her right sock. She cringed a little as the sharp blade sliced a small line of her skin off. She could feel the thick, red liquid begin to pour out from the small wound.
Jimmy checked how much ammo he had left in his gun while Cindy clasped her hands together and quickly muttered a few words. She made the cross across her torso and kissed the dirt-stained pearl that hung around her neck. She turned around and looked at Jimmy, who did the same and looked at her. "Ready?" she asked without a hint of fear.
Jimmy glanced behind him at the stairs. He gulped as felt the blade's cool steel caress his right thigh. Tomorrow it will be over. Tomorrow it will be over. Tomorrow it will be over. "Yeah," he quietly told her. "Yeah, I'm ready."