When Mike heard that he froze not knowing what happen, but when he heard a loud roar followed by his sister scream, he loaded his Taurus and ran to his door. He opened the door in a hurry and ran to the living room. When he arrived what he saw was like something taken out of a nightmare. A hunter had broken in through the window and killed their father and was now eating it, but Jessie was nowhere to be seen. Mike got full of rage and raised his gun and started to empty it out on that hunter saying, "Die you bastard!" Every bullet hit the hunter in different places, but without killing him. After shooting all 10 bullets in his gun Mike ran to his room to get some more ammo, but the hunter charged at him at great speed and pounce to catch him. The hunter was only meters away from Mike in midair spreading his claws ready for the landing and the kill, Mike was still heading for his room his back facing the hunter and was now only inches away from the door way. At this point Mike needed a miracle and as if on cue the hunter was struck by a knife right in the neck, from his right, making him shake his head to the left shifting his body causing him to get off course. Mike managed to get into his room shutting the door behind him before the hunter landed.

The hunter landed on the floor hard, hard enough to make a loud thud that sounded all over the apartment. After hitting the floor it slide on the floor, but came to a stop hitting the door frame of Mike's room. Mike heard the big thud and had already closed his door and moved to his bed before he heard the hit on his door from the hunter, but he ignored it since he was focusing on his weapons. He aim the Taurus he used up into the sealing and open the guns cylinder letting the empty bullets shells fall off the gun and onto the ground. He quickly grab a quick loader and loaded his gun closing the cylinder getting the gun ready to fire again and then place the gun next to its twin, after that he grab a double strap double holster gun carrier and magazine carrier. He strap it on then he holster both of his berretta that were already loaded and ready to fire, one on each of the strap's holster, one on either side of his rib cage making the gun's grip facing forward for easier access. He also grabbed the 4 charge magazines and holstered them in their perspective straps. After that he then grab both of the loaded Taurus's and took his stance aiming both his guns at the door one on each hand. He only glare at the door waiting for the hunter to barge in and try and make a meal out of him, but something odd happen, he could hear the hunter getting up and start to move away from the door. To him it sounded like it was heading to the kitchen as if it was looking for something. When he heard it was far enough from the door he walk to it and slowly started to open the door, careful not to make too much noise, still holding his guns ready for battle. Once he stepped out of his room he heard the hunter screech in pain and roar. Mike walked closer to the kitchen and peek around the corner entrance leading to the kitchen, only to find the hunter on the counter top on all four with 3 more knifes on his body, one on his back, the other on his left arm and the last one on his right shoulder close to the one in his neck. Mike notice something that filled him with joy, the knifes, those were the same knives that he gave to his sister as a secret gift, a total of 20 of 5 different set of 4, throwing knives, except for the one in the neck of the hunter, that one was a bolster cooking knife. Jessie must have snuck in the kitchen and use the knife to save her brother's ass, and he was right.

Jessie's point of view:

I was trying to comfort my dad when I saw that monster barge in through the window and swung its claws at me, but dad pushed me away saving me, but sacrificing himself by letting the hunter slice open his neck. I screamed in horror, as I watched my dad's blood spiel and splatter all around. Some even landed on my face covering my right side from my fore head to the left side of my chin covering my right eye, cheek as well as my lips and my nose. It made my blood boiled in pure anger. The hunter swung at me from my left, but I stopped it with my left forearm and gave that ugly son of a bitch a well deserve uppercut, with my right fist, under his chin making him back stepped and roar in pain. I quickly jump back and run to the kitchen and hid myself behind the counter. I check my forearm to see if it was damaged do to the blow it received but it was completely fine, as if nothing hit it in the first place.

The hunter was still in the living room and I could hear it start eating. It made me sick to think he was eating my dad, unfortunately he was. I slowly open one of the drawers above my head, where the cooking knives where store, and started to feel each knife until I found the one I was looking for, the bolster cooking knife. I grab it by the handle and pulled it out of the drawer and closer to me as I crouch down with one knee on the floor while I waited patiently for a chance to make a run for my room where my throwing knives where. I suddenly heard a door open and that's when I knew Mike was heading into the living room, where that monster was, so I made a break for my room in a hurry, because I knew he was goanna need my help against this monster. I enter my room in a hurry and head for my bed where I stash one of the 5 different sets of knives my dear brother gave me for my 15th birth day. I still wonder how the hell he got them, but I'm guessing the same way he got his gun. Oh well I couldn't complain I loved the gift and I was happy with it. In any case I stick the bolster knife on the ground next to my bed and lifted my bed from the middle so I could grab my first set of throwing knives, (p.s. if you don't know what it is or how it looks like just type in the name of the knives and look it up). They were black blade scimitar throwing knives, around 18 inches long from the tip of the blade to the bottom of the handle so the handle is only 6.50 and 5 inches in thickness from the blade to the back of the blade and as for thinness they were around a half inch, my favorite set; I can use them as throwing knives and for close combat, I took the set's holster of four and wrapped it on my right thigh, the holster was sort of like a latter one was a few inches lower than the other but they all were in one vertical line. After I went running to my dresser and pulled out the entire last cabinet. I reached into the empty cabinet hole and pulled out a small wrist belt carrying 4 Jack Ripper knives and wrapped it around my left wrist, covering from my wrist to half of my forearm. I started to hear loud gun shots out of my room, my brother no doubt he tends to has a bad temper, "I better hurry" I thought to myself worried. Then I rushed to my nightstand and, from behind it, I pulled out another wrist belt carrying 4 mini raptor throwing knives and wrapped it on my right wrist. As I finish in such a hurry I heard as my brother seemed to have finished his bullets and started running to his room. I felt a shot of adrenaline run through my body and I launch myself back making a backflip grabbing the bolster knife in the process with my right hand, I didn't even know I could make a back flip, then I-I don't know is like I knew where that monster that thing was moving and I ran quickly to my door and opened it in a hurry and then I spine around in a swift move in the middle of the door frame throwing the bolster knife in the direction of my brother's room and then, bull's-eye I hit that monster right in the neck I didn't even aim it was like pure instinct, I mean I'm good at throwing knives but this was a whole new level the only word that comes to my mind when I did that was "Daaam!". That thing went down and I just saved my brother's ass…Again.

I didn't even waste time that thing was in the ground and it was in pain and my brother was in his room so I took out one of the scimitar from my right thigh with my right hand and slide my index and middle finger in the hole so I can throw it faster and easier if I need to. I ran to the middle of the kitchen entrance heading to the hallway from witch I had to sneak through in a hurry to get my knives and save my brother. I took my stance my left leg forward, my right leg bend a little for balance, my back facing the kitchen entrance straight with my left arm forward aiming at that monster and my right arm holding the scimitar with my forearm bend behind my head ready for the launch. Then I saw that thing stand and trying to get his senses together he moved in my direction. He didn't notice me yet but I didn't hesitate I launch the knife with all my strength, twisting my body to my left launching my right hand forward letting the knife fly off my fingers and it hit him right on his shoulder next to the one on his neck. It hit him hard and I know it did because that thing actually acted like he had felt the hit like it was hard gun recoil when he stepped back in the direction of the hit letting out a screech in the process. I still had my body twisted my left arm behind me to balance me after the throw and my right still forward cause of the throw. Again I was somewhat shocked of what I just did but I ignored it at the moment and quickly twisted my body to my right and quickly move to the kitchen to hide.

I went and hid behind the counter corner on the opposite side of the entrance, sure it looks like I'm trap with no exit point, but there's a reason a cherry blossom can live for so long without a threat even though it looks beautiful and frail. In any case I stayed completely silence and slowly took out one of my Jack Ripper knives holding the blade downwards placing my thumb on the heel. I even took out a Mini raptor knife out from my right wrist only this one I hold in between my index finger and my middle finger blade facing my palm, I know kind of dangerous but is the best way I throw knives, plus is not the first time I do this and my hand is use to it. I was as ready as I could get and as an extra I could tell were that monster was and where it was moving. Is like I had some sort of sonar implanted in my head, it was kind of creeping me out, taking into account that this is the first time this happens to me, but on the other hand it really helps for this situation, and I can sure as hell think of a hundred different moments in my life this could also have help a lot, but the moment let's just concentrate at the current situation. The monster was moving in my direction and it was coming from my right and I ready my knife on my right hand for the strike. It got closer and closer I could feel it move closer bit by bit and I was ready to make my move. I turn my head to my right to see it with my own eyes and I saw its left claw show up right next to me so I aim the blade of my knife in the same direction of such claw just waiting for the right moment to attack. It move forward a bit more placing his right claw forward pass his left, "Just a bit more, come on bitch make my day" I thought to myself when suddenly the bastard jump up onto the counter top. For a second I thought it was trying to get higher to strike from above but then it started sniffing the air. I could hear it taking huffs of air in, the idiot didn't know where I was witch gave me the edge so I decided to take advantage of that. I slowly peer over the counter top to get a better look and it was o so ever perfect, it had its back at me. I jump up and landed on the counter edge and then jumped again in the direction of the monster and I plunge the Jack Ripper knife right on his back left to the spinal cord a few inches away from it, however when the knife pierce through the beast reacted by swinging his left arm in my direction while it let out a roar. By instinct I let the Mini Raptor knife slide a bit from my hand to grab it like I did my Ripper knife before and I counter by plunging it right in his arm, but his arm swing was far too strong for me so he manage to strike me hard sending me off the counter. Luckily I manage to land on my feet so I ran out the kitchen the same way I came in since the hunter had swing from his left and his back was still facing me so slip by him easily. Somewhere along the way I could have swear I heard my brother come out of his room, guess he decided to join the party.

Mike's point of view

When I saw those knife I felt happy and excited at the fact my sister is alive and she was fighting "That's my sister" I thought to myself. However the reunion and the celebrations would have to wait till this bitch is out for good. I jump into the kitchen door way and yelled "Hey Fido!" as I raise my guns and aim them at him ready to fire as the hunter whip to look at me and with a dark smile I said with a mocking voice "Smile" and I pull both triggers at the same time and fire aiming at his eyes. The bullets hit right where I wanted blinding that ugly son of a bitch making the fight that much more enjoyable. Who would have thought I would enjoy this so much? I heard it screech and roar in pain which only add to my enjoyment, "Pay back's a bitch ain't it you ugly bastard?!" I yell at it. Then another knife, a scimitar, appeared out of nowhere and struck him on his right forearm with such force that it made his entire arm go left making him spin and fall of the counter letting out a loud screech when he landed on the floor with a loud thud. I look in the direction where the knife came and I saw my sister standing there with her right arm extended forward hand open. She must have made a spin throw judging by the way she was standing. In any case I ask her what happened later, after all the fun had just begun.