Chapter 3: Crimson Pond

As everyone clapped after they play me a ballad for my last memories of them - my family suddenly heard a knock that sounded like it was in a hurry coming from the birch door. 

    "You can blow the candle, little pumpkin, I beg for everyone to please be quiet and not panic for once! I will check who it is" Father stands up hastily and did not even have time to clear his hair and the wrinkles of his shirt.

    "Who invited someone to the party? I know we all gather here together, no one is left behind, is it?" Uncle Thomas asked and my cousin who lift me earlier nodded slowly - and there go the others who lift their chin up and south.

    My mother followed my father's steps and the whack began to veer around louder from the door as my father was getting closer to unlock the knob.

"Honey, please check it faster, this aura is pulling my fear out" mother whispered at the back of him.

My father asked who is behind the door hence how many pals the man behind the door brought into the residence and my parents know they only invited their relative members into the room. But no one answered.

So my father asked again but this time he lays his ears and hand on the birch door. They listened to the silence and further stillness. 

    An abrupt outburst behind the door that is instantly pushed my father in reverse as the men in high-tech armory suits slam the birch door - wielding a great weapon that is beyond terrific and unfamiliar than a common gun that today's generation manipulates.

They marched in after my family screamed until their breath runs out as death came in without a welcome or permission to take oneself in.

"Eliminate them all except for the child, do what task was given to us" the man with a shield glasses that nearly can encircle his whole face.

They shoot one by one with no mercy they pull over before hitting the trigger. 

The guns they hold don't even need to be reloaded like the ordinary gun it only takes energy around the house like electricity and after the gun absorbed the power - the manipulator can, at last, pull the trigger twice. 

    My cousins attempt to protect me but they were kicked by them before their faces blew up from the gun. My parents were covered with escaped guts and violence.

The others still breathe on the floorboards but the merciless men crushed their skulls into a flattened balloon and left the guts replenished with knowledge out of the dust.

The turmoil sheltered the exit, the blood of my loved ones created a pond near me and the tears of sorrows of begging and pleases ended up drought below the boots of the assassins.

"Find Wilson's possessions including the work they put inside them!" Their leader yelled and once again ordered the others to search around the room.

They commence their hands and feet to stop the blood of my family and create a mess around the room including the furniture and more.

I cried and then wailed even louder.

    "Hello, Vega, we are your new family" their leader whispered.

     "Is it alright to call you Wilson?" he caressed my little nose.

      Why did I halt my tears?