I just realized that in the last chapter I put step father instead of foster father (sweatdrops) I might have to go back and change it, but it was only mentioned twice. I might do it after my wrist heals a bit more. Typing a chapter with just your left hand is a looooooooog process (twitches)
King felt his heart stop. His foster father, the man that had murdered his only living relative, his sister, could be somewhere in the house. To make things worst, he's as mad as hell…
He looked at the scene in front of him. Kai was leaning over Bryan bandaging his wounds the best he could as Miguel leaned over his shoulder, helping wherever he could. They had all gathered into the lounge room, with the doors tightly closed. Spencer and Hiro were near the doors listening for any sounds.
This cannot be happening.
That was the only thought that was going through King's head at the moment.
He jumped slightly when he felt a hand on his shoulder. "It's ok."
King turned around in shock and almost like in a trance. He shook his head. "No…"
"It's not you fault," Tala tried to soothe his boyfriend.
"Yes it is," King whispered. "It's all my fault."
"King…"
King felt tears in his eyes as he ran his hands through his hair, nervous, scared, and very guilty. "I never meant for any of this to happen…"
"Of course not."
"I'm so sorry," King whispered.
Tala moved forward and grabbed King by the shoulder to get him to look at him straight in the eyes. "Listen to me. None of this is your fault, ok? You had no control over this."
"But…"
"No buts," Tala said firmly, then pulled King up against his chest. "It's not you fault, ok?"
King gave a half sob and nodded. He grasped onto Tala's jacket as if it was his only lifeline and buried his face into his shoulder in a vain attempt to block out the hush whispering between Kai and Miguel, who were trying to clean Bryan's wounds.
God, please don't let those wounds be life threatening.
"Quiet," Spencer suddenly hissed, his head titled towards the door.
Stopping whatever it was that they were doing, everyone held their breaths in fear that a simple sigh might attract attention. Suddenly a shot rang out and blood spurted from the side of Spencer's head. He stumbled backwards and landed on the ground next to Kai, who had to place a hand over his mouth to stop himself from yelling Spencer's name.
Suddenly the doors flew open and a man was seen at about 6 ft in height, an automatic handgun at the ready in his hand. His eyes were dark and threatening. He looked like a man that had lost any sanity that he may have had.
He looked like a monster.
"So, this is where everyone is hiding," He chuckled. A twisted sinister smirk plastered his lips, his left eye twitching every now and again.
He suddenly raised his and pointed it into the room, but mostly pointed it at King. "Your turn," He cackled.
Before King had a chance to react he felt someone push him to the side then three gunshots rang out. He looked up just in time to see Tala crumble to the floor, his eyes glazed over and empty.
"Tala!" Miguel said in concern, but then heard his own name called in such a manner. He looked up to see Kai had moved to stand in front of him, then a gun shot.
King grabbed his head as more shots rang out and closed his eyes, his hands moving to cover his ears.
This was not happening. This was not happening.
Silence suddenly fell upon the room. King opened his eyes, looking at the scene in fright and horror, backing away towards the large bay windows in the room. The room was dark as the sky had opened up and rain was falling from the sky in a heavy torrent.
Kai laid on his side, blood pooling around him as Miguel tried desperately to stop the flow of blood. He held the slender boy in his arms, whispering for him to answer, but he got nothing in reply.
Ian too was kneeling next to Kai, shaking his arm in a vain attempt to get him to respond. Large crystalline tears were clearly seen running down his cheeks as he repeated Kai's name over and over again.
Bryan remained silent and unmoving on the coach as Spencer laid on the floor next to him blood pouring from his head. His eyes were closed and he didn't seem to be breathing.
Hiro was leaning against the wall, clutching his bloody arm muttering darkly as Claude hovered in front of him, fear as clear as day on his face.
But the one thing that frightens him the most was the way Tala was laying on the floor at his feet, a large pool of blood already surrounding him.
"Oh my God, no," Was all that King could mutter.
A sinister and sadistic laugh filled the room as the one person that King fears the most advances on him. "Did you really think you could get away from me, you worthless punk?"
Trembling, King backed up against a small wall unit with a few books resting on top. "I…"
"Look at this King, look at the mess you made."
"No…" King shook his head. "No, this isn't my fault? You're insane!"
"Am I?" The man sneered, his eyes held that crazy look, a look that will no doubt be forever etched into King's mind. That is, if he manages to live through this. "You know, after all this trouble, I'm afraid I'm going to have to punish you."
"No!" King said and grabbed a book from the wall unit and threw it at the foster father's head, distracting him. In doing so, it gave him enough time to make a dash for an open window and climb out.
"Get back here you little shit!" The man roared.
"Come and get me, you gutless bastard!" King shouted in reply.
He ran out into the rain when he was sure that he was being followed. He wanted to get him far away from the house as possible as it might give the others a chance to live. After everything they had done for him, it was the least he could do. He only wished that he could do a whole lot more.
He shook his head and kept running. He must live through this, just so he can finally repay Tala, Kai and the others for everything they have done for him.
He has too.
He cringed when a few bullets whistled past his ears, but he kept running. He wiped furiously at his eyes, his tears mixing with the large droplets of rain. His long, usually vibrant hair clung to him like a second skin.
Near the Hawatari mansion was a large dense forest, the perfect place for King to hide and bide some time. He only hopes that Miguel and Claude were able to help the others. That is, if they're not…
Don't go there, King ordered himself as he hide behind a large dense bush foliage. He covered his mouth in an attempt to stop his noisy panting as he tried to catch his breath.
"King, King, King," That eerie voice tutted. "You should know better than to run from me."
King stopped himself from whimpering as a shot ran out. Suddenly the bark on the tree next to him exploded as a bullet ripped through it.
"There you are."
Just how many bullets does this maniac have!
King took off running again, knowing that he has absolutely no chance against someone who has not a ounce of sanity left. He stumbles through the foliage, tripping often from the tree roots and slipping over rocks.
Suddenly another shot ran out and a burning intense pain ripped through King's left calf. He fell to the ground, landing on the sticks and rocks that cover the forest floor, receiving cuts and abrasions to every exposed bit of skin on his body.
He tried to scramble to his feet when he heard the sounds of footsteps crunching on the ground behind him, but was fell back to the ground when a foot collided with his side.
"I warned you, King," The maniac said, his voice laced with nothing but malice. Pure, unadulterated malice.
"Please, stop," King whispered, then cried out when a boot collided with the side of his head.
"I warned you not to disobey me!"
"I'm sorry!" King said. "Please."
The man that is unfortunately King's foster father raised the gun in his hand and pointed it right at King, placing it right between the eyes. He smiled sadistically, his eyes holding an evil glint. King didn't want to see anymore and closed his eyes, tears pouring down his cheeks.
He waited.
Then a gunshot rang out.
You all hate me, right? I just couldn't find another way to end it. (sweatdrops) Don't kill me?
Next chapter: You'll like it, I promise.
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