Why did you ask "WHAT?" When the the delicious question is "WHEN?" - R. Lutece
October 24th 1958
About 2 month before rapture falls.
Lizzy's house was filled with laughter as Lizzy played with a Ryan the Lion doll. Lizzy would never tell her mother this but she was imagining that it was Big Daddy, and she was the one little girls she had seen hang out them.
"Let go Bi-Ryan the Lion!" Lizzy said drag the doll across the floor. Mrs, Baker smiled at her daughter. She made her way to the bathroom and looked her appearance. Wrinkles were not just big they were saging. Mrs Baker touched part of her parts of her face in vain attempt to fix it and sighed. She would have to get surgery to fix it, but surgery was expence. Suddenly there was a large bang and shuttering sound coming from the door. Lizzy let out a scream and bolted for her mother. Mrs Baker shot of the bathroom and had just enough time to picked up her daughter. With a final crack the door busted open and three men ran into the room. One of the men yaked Lizzy from her mother arms.
"Mummy!" Screamed Lizzy trying to hold on to her Mum. One shoved Mrs Baker back causing her to fall backwards on to the ground. The last man just stood smoking in the doorway. "Hurry up we have to meet our deadline." he said grin showing his yellow teeth.
"No, let go of my daughter." Mrs Baker hurry to her feet and shoot forward and made a grab for Lizzy. The sound of pistol going off and all eyes drawn to the man that was smoking by the door. The man was still smoking, but he had a pistol in one hand pointing at Mrs Baker. Mrs Baker looked down to see blood stain on her white dress spending. She looked up to see the horror on her daughter face. Lizzy reached out for her mother. Mrs Baker reach forward for her too, and take a step forward. 'BANG' the gun sound again sending another bullet through Mrs. Baker.
"Mummy!" cried out again Lizzy as her mother hit the floor. "Nooo! You stop NOW! I want MUMMY!" Lizzy screams stop suddlely as the second man took a pipe and hit her over the head.
"Man, someone would of heard that!" yelled the man hold on to the passed out Lizzy.
"Don't worry I'll take care of it." said the man with the gun. "Just take the little brat and go!" The man nod and he and the other man exit the house.
The man with the gun now stood over Mrs Baker with a gun pointed at her head. Mrs Baker raised her head to meet his eyes.
"Liss...esz..!" guggled Mrs Baker reach forward toward the man looking for mercy.
"Don't worry we take good care of your brat." said the man pointing the gun at her head. Her eyes narrowed and small tear found it way down her face. 'BANG'