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Night of the Hunter II

T POV

Dinner was quiet and awkward. Dad looked scared and ashamed, Mom was flat out scared, and poor Luke was confused. I didn't know if it was right for me to tell Luke what I heard or not. It's bad enough that I know what's going on. From the sound of Dad's conversation with Detective Wallace he just put all of us in danger. I knew Dad was watching Joe Darley outside the courthouse for a reason, but I never thought he would've actually killed him. With all this craziness that's been happening since Brendan's death, I just don't know what to think anymore.

I wasn't even hungry, so I excused myself from the table. "I'm going to bed." I announced softly as I got up from the table.

Luke stood up as well. "Me, too. I'm not hungry."

Mom was the only one who acknowledged us. "Okay, sweethearts. You guys have a good night's sleep, okay?" Mom replied her voice soft and slightly cracked with emotions.

Luke and I nodded at Mom as we walked upstairs to our rooms.

"Tor?" Luke asked me before I opened the door to my room.

"Yeah?" I replied as I turned to face him.

"Is something going to happen to us?" He asked timidly. Luke wasn't dumb, he knew there was definitely something wrong.

"I don't know." I sighed. "We just have to hope that everything is going to be okay."

Luke nodded as he shifted his eyes to the floor. I walked over to him and pulled him in a tight embrace. "I love you, Lukie." I softly told him, feeling the need to say it now more than ever.

Luke tightened his arms around me. "I love you, too, sis."

I kissed his forehead and ruffled his hair. "Goodnight, little dude."

Luke lightly chuckled as he replied, "Goodnight, dudette."

We went to sleep for what we thought was going to be a peaceful night.

Sometime later a loud noise woke me from my sleep. The noise became clearer as I came to consciousness. It was a car horn; it was going non-stop. I rose from my bed to look out the window where the cop car was parked in front of the house. I couldn't see very well, so I grabbed my digital camera. I turned it on and zoomed the lens so I could see the cops better, and what I saw made me drop the camera. The cops were dead. The one in the driver's seat had his head laying on the horn.

"Oh my God." I silently exclaimed.

I tip-toed to my door and opened it. I could hear a struggle downstairs. I quietly stepped out of my room and tip-toed to Luke's room. I opened the door to find Luke already awake.

"Luke, hide!" I whispered. "There are people in the house!"

Luke's eyes widened in fear as he jumped out of bed. "What are we gonna do? Where can we hide?"

I turned toward the closet, "How about the closet?" I asked as I opened the closet door. There was too much stuff in there for us to fit. "Shit!"

Luke turned toward his bed. "Under the bed! There's room for both of us."

I didn't argue as we crawled under the bed. I pulled the comforter down to cover us. Luke and I huddled together as we lied there.

"Where the hell are the cops?" Luke whispered frantically.

"They're dead." I replied with dread.

"Are you sure?" Luke asked.

I turned to look him in the eye, "I'm sure."

"Shit," Luke's voice cracked with fear. His eyes began to tear up. "What are we gonna do?"

I let out a shaky breath, "I don't know."

We then heard the door slam open. I clasped my hand over Luke's mouth, holding my finger to my lips telling him to be quiet. Luke nodded. We both tried to control our breathing so we couldn't be heard. We could hear feet stomping around the room trying to find us. We heard the sound of the closet door being slammed open as it banged against the wall. Then the footsteps started to fade in the direction of the bedroom door.

There was silence for a moment, and we hoped that we were safe.

Then out of nowhere, the bed was flipped over, revealing us to a tall black man wearing dark baggy clothes and an angry look in his eyes. "Found you." He said.

"Run, Luke!" I yelled as I punched the man between his legs. The stranger grunted in anger and pain as Luke got up and pulled me with him.

We were almost out the door when I felt a harsh tug on my hair. I let out a scream of pain and fear.

"Got you, fuckin' bitch!" The man yelled as he pulled me against his chest.

"Let her go, you asshole!" Luke yelled as he tried to shove the man away from me. The man punched Luke in the eye.

"You motherfucker!" I screamed before I bit down hard on his hand, causing him to let me go.

I was about to run for it but the man grabbed me around the waist and hurled me on his shoulder. He grabbed Luke by the back of his neck and wrapped his arm around Luke's neck in a choke hold. Now having both of us in his grasp, he walked out the door and walked down the stairs. I kicked and pounded my fists on the man, Luke put up a struggle as well.

We were brought into the living room where Mom was thrown to the floor.

"MOM!" Luke and I screamed out.

Mom cried as she saw us. Luke was thrown to the floor next to Mom; the guy roughly set me down on my feet. Instead of throwing me to the floor, he wrapped his arms around me, keeping me in a tight grip.

I looked around the room and recognized the men from outside the courthouse, especially the tall bald man who was staring at me. The same man who has invaded my thoughts since the moment I saw him. He's staring at me now, and he has gun.

My eyes widened at what he was about to do. "No, please!" I exclaimed to him, begging for mercy. "Please don't do this!"

He just ignored me as he pointed the gun at Mom.

"NO! NO!" I screamed, but it was too late. He pulled the trigger, and Mom was down. I started sobbing uncontrollably.

The man then pointed the gun at Luke. Luke was scared stiff. I could hear Dad scream as I screamed, "NO! LUKE!"

The man pulled the trigger and Luke fell to the floor. I screamed and kicked, but the guy holding me in his grasp wouldn't loosen his grip. I saw Dad get up and run towards us. The man who shot Mom and Luke then pointed his gun at dad and shot him.

"DADDY!" I screamed.

I couldn't believe what I just witnessed. That bastard shot my whole family. I cried tears of pain and anger. I bit down on my captor's hand so hard, I drew blood. He grunted as his grip loosened. I took that opportunity to run towards the man responsible for shooting my family.

"You fuckin' bastard!" I screamed at him as I slapped him over and over, he just stood there unaffected.

"You killed them! I hope you fuckin' die!" I continued screaming at him. I then raised my hand and clawed his face with my fingernails, drawing blood.

He grunted in anger from the gouge. He turned to look at me, with fury in his eyes. Then out of a fit of rage, he backhanded me with a closed fist so hard across the face, I collapsed to the floor and my vision faded to black.

There ya have it! I'm very happy with this chapter, it turned out exactly how I wanted to. I hope you guys liked it, I'll update a.s.a.p. And as always, I appreciate the feedback!