In the middle of the night, Thorn and his family lay asleep, oblivious to the chaos that was about to transpire. Thinking it was just another normal day for them.
"Move, move, silently!" Snake-Eye instructed with a concealed voice.
"Squad one, you secure the mother," Snake-Eye commanded.
"Ay," the commander in charge of squad one affirmed.
"Squad two, be sure to catch the father."
"Ay," the commander in charge of squad two affirmed.
"Squads three and four, secure the kids."
"Ay, ay," the commanders in charge of squads three and four affirmed.
"Squad five, monitor the perimeter and inform us of any disturbances."
"Ay," the commander in charge of squad five affirmed.
"Securing squads, make sure to tightly imprison the targets with the wooden ropes; leave no room for error!"
"Charge, charge!!!!" Snake-Eye gave the order to break in, with a strong and decisive voice.
The leader of squad one raised his leg in preparation for a front kick to break the door open.
Boom!
The door was kicked open, flying at least a few meters high; it was no understatement to say each leader of a squad could take on ten average men by himself. Though they didn't quite reach the supernatural stage yet, they had nearly reached the peak of human limits.
"Go! Go! Go!" Snake-Eye screamed clamorously throughout the living room.
Snake-Eye and his men have already carefully mapped the family's house, even the inside of it! It was one of the reasons why they called him Snake-Eye; he was always meticulous with his planning and always careful for nothing unexpected to occur.
Squad one rapidly approached Anna's room, and.
Bam!!!
The door was kicked right open.
"Quickly, restrain her!" One of the men shouted.
Now, the commotion the men caused was astounding, so of course they would all wake up, wouldn't they? Well, they did.
As Anna woke up, she quickly made herself stand up and get out of bed because of the loud voices.
"Who are you people? Please don't come any closer. I will give you everything you want. Please, no, just stay away. Bram, come help me!!!" Anna screamed as she saw a group of vile, vulgar men with immense muscles approach her, obviously with bad intentions. The only thing she could do was plead and scream for help, though that was of no use.
"Shut up, you whore!"
One of the men, annoyed by the noise, rushed towards Anna, clenching a mighty fist, with a powerful right hook in hand. And then, with full force, swung it at Anna.
Bam!!...
Blood covered his fist, as well as the image of a deformed face, with blood dripping out of it's nose. The temperature cooled down as the struggle was over, bringing about the formation of a tranquil yet frightening atmosphere.
Thud!!...
Yet another disturbing image: Anna knocked unconscious, soullessly lying on the ground, blood splattering from her head from the strong blow to the head she received from the fall.
Drip! Drip! Drip!
Blood could be heard slowly splattering on the ground, like rain that never stops. Truly, a melancholic scene had taken place.
"Tie her up," one of the men exclaimed.
"We still have some use for her," he said.
The men worked in unison to tie her up so she would completely abandon the reality of escaping.
Following, the men dragged her over to the living room to reunite her with her loving family.
Now, you might think these brutes are stupid and only know how to swing a sword. But you're wholly wrong; almost every man has a brain, and is at least capable of coming up with a logical plan himself.
"Stay outside the door, wait for the father to come out, then strike him, beat him up, and restrain him, understood?" The leader of Squad Two instructed.
The squad members silently nodded in agreement, not to alert the father.
Bram hurriedly sprinted towards the door, and shouted.
"Honey, what happened? Are you ok?" He didn't suspect too much. Bram thought maybe it was some bug, something that fell down perhaps, or something similar; he never expected it to be something far graver than that.
As Bram opened the door and screamed. As he rushed out of his chambers to help his wife.
Two men, standing beside the door, lifted their blunt weapons, one striking at his face, the other striking at his chest.
Bam!!! Bam!!!
Something gruesome had taken place.
Bram was put to sleep. The scene looked gruesome. Blood on weapons, blood on the floor, and the appearance of Bram looking like he had been beaten to a pulp. You could practically feel the cold air blowing and the temperature dropping; at least the captives could, because of the fear that dwelt inside them. It froze the air around!
"Bring the ropes; restrain him," one man shouted.
Bram suffered the same fate as Anna, being tied up and dragged to the living room, like a broken toy. The display was horrific; it was like bloodied corpses being dragged around, with blood helping pull them.
Now the kids are next in order; they got an idea of what was taking place, so they tried to hide in their rooms as best as they could. No, they are not heroes to rush out and save their parents; they are kids, who if their parents can't do anything, these kids surely surely can't.
Thorn and Jasper were sleeping in the same room together, as their home only had 3 rooms in total, so they needed to share.
Because the men already knew the details of their house precisely. They already knew who resided in what room.
Squad three barged into the room where Thorn and Jasper were staying.
"Hmm, where are they? They are supposed to be here? Right?" one of the men exclaimed.
"You fools, move!" The commander suddenly ordered as he pushed his fellow man away.
The commander went near one of the beds and slowly lowered his head, with a big, sinister smile on his face. He said.
"I found you."
"Who he found was Jasper, wallowing in terror, with his eyes closed and with his whole body shaking."
"Wow, this kid is not responding; guess he must be pretty scared. Well, whatever, take him out of there and tie him up. And also don't forget to take the young one with you, he is under the second bed, quickly, don't make our boss wait.
(What is happening? Who are those guys? And what do they want? Do they want money? Well, there is nothing I can do now. Just don't resist and see how the situation develops, and try to come to reason with them. I hope Jasper is ok; I need to stay calm. If I don't, we may be doomed.)
Following that event, Thorn and Jasper were tied up and taken to the living room, though not as violently as their parents had been. Although they were savages, they had to make this quick, and it wasn't exactly their hobby to hurt children.
Now it was Squad Four's turn to deliver; they quickly barged into the room. Edward tried to resist, but it was to no avail; they effortlessly tied him up, gave him a slap to shut him up, and dragged him to the living room.
"Perfect, now you are all gathered like a family should be," Snake-Eye blurted out wryly with a twisted smile.
"Mother... Is that you?" Edward asked; he felt relieved. Among the disaster that was happening, he had his mother by his side. He felt much safer now, as he always viewed his parents like god-like entities, like any child would—unbeatable entities, who decide what's right and what's wrong, the ones who control their environment, the entities that have never been beaten or humiliated before them; they were in a different realm. But now, that fantasy would turn into a dark one.
"Mother, why are you not talking to me?" Edward asked; deep inside, he knew something had happened.
Edward went closer, using his tied hand to slowly turn over the head towards him, and that's when...
He saw—he saw his mother's face covered in blood, teeth missing, like she never had them, and her face, literally broken beyond compare. Not to mention, all her body was covered in a red-like substance; it was blood. The room became oddly silent. A few seconds passed by with Edward being in a trance, staring at his mother, not wanting to accept the reality of what had transpired before him. Until the silence was shattered...
What shattered the silence was not something grand; it was a mere drop of water.
Drip
Drip
Drip
Drip
"Tears flowed slowly like a waterfall that never seemed to have an end. Tears covered Edward's body, merging with his mother's blood to create a far mightier pool of despair. Edward's tears coalesced in what seemed to be a chilling melody, the melody of despair!
Within those tears came a single word. A single scream. This word carried all his emotion within, the fiercest emotion he had ever encountered. The emotion of DESPAIR!!!
"M—m—Motherrrrrrrrrr!!!"
Drip! Drip! Drip! Drip! Drip! Drip! Drip! Drip! Drip!
Truly, a heart-wrenching scene.