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The Eclectic Pen - Vengence

By: Kayla C. (Littlechristian)   + 3 more  
Date Submitted: 8/8/2008
Genre: Mystery, Thriller & Suspense » Thrillers & Suspense
Words: 703

  His eyes where closed, he could not remember what he had been doing nor where he was. As he opened his eyes, he thought about the dream that he had just had; no it hadn't been a dream at all, it had been a nightmare. A nightmare in which he hadn't had any control over his own body nor actions. All he had been able to do was watch helplessly at the side line, but he had nothing to worry about now, the dream was over. He realized, as his eyes completely opened, that the true nightmare had just begun.
His stomach flipped over and his eyes bulged with fear. He couldn't believe what his eyes where seeing, everything that he looked at had been splashed in crimson, his entire body was covered in the same liquid, now slowly drying He felt as though he was about to faint or puke. The fear that tore at his body made his heart feel as though it was fighting to come up his throat. He swallowed and cold sweat rolled off of his forehead.
He could not have done this, the images of the dream flew through his head, but it had not been a dream, it had not even been a nightmare, it had been real and the carnage that was in front of him was his own doing. He felt his head spin as these thoughts fought through his brain; what had he done, why did he do this?
The answer came and suddenly he steadied himself, the anger that he had so recently been possessed with started to course through his veins once again. His fear vanished, his body calmed as he looked down at the mutilated bodies and remembered what they had done. Visions of his family flew through his head: his wife, his son, and his two daughters as they tried to protect themselves from the intruders. Then he remembered his helplessness as he watched his family die in front of him. He looked down at the body that was directly in front of him, this had been the one that had held him back, that had kept him from saving his family.
He still could not completely remember how he had finally gotten free of the others grasp. Although, the moment he had, he remembered knocking him out, but as he had turned to attempt to help his family, he saw that they were already dead. So he let the pain and anger of their deaths sweep over himself and take over his body.
The rest had been cold blooded murder. He looked at the knife that he had dropped after using it to the four intruders. He then looked at the intruders themselves, who had they been, why had they attacked and destroyed his family? His composure fell again, the enormity of the situation overwhelmed him. He realized that what he had done was unforgivable, who would ever be able to look at him, how could he look at himself.
He felt his hands start shaking as he dropped to his knees, suddenly he wished that the intruders had killed him, he wished that he had gone into death without this shadow over his soul. But what was done, was done and he could live no longer with what he had done. His head started spinning, going in circles. As he picked up the knife he heard in the distance sirens, knowing that they were coming here, he smiled. They would not get here in time, he would not go through a trial. He would die here, and he would choose his own death. His death had been certain the moment that his family had died, for he could not live without them, so he would not.
As the sirens closed in on the house, the father of the dead family, killer of the intruders that had slaughtered his family, took his own life with the knife that had slit his wife's throat and had been put through the intruders until they where dead.

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Joyce M. (j3m) - 8/9/2008 10:15 PM ET
extremely tragic; interesting to write from the inside thought process of the traumatized father.
Norene L. - 8/13/2008 2:12 PM ET
Are you sure you want to write this type of story? As a "littlechristian" your stories should glorify God. God bless your further endeavors. You do write well.
Becky S. (JCluvsu) - 8/21/2008 2:56 AM ET
I think drama is all about Christians-if we only live in the Heavenly we miss the reality of truth- go girl-God Bless~Becky
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