THEIR VENGEFUL LUNA

When Aunt Trina fell down with a b****y hole in her chest, I knew that I only have a minute to run before they kill me next. But it's easily said than done. Scrambling towards our back door, I tried to open it but the gunshots continued. With a soft yelp I backed track away from the door and plastered my self over the refrigerator, lowering my body I took a deep breath to calm my self. But I almost shout a loud curse when I heard a lot of running footsteps outside. There were a lot of them. Running now becomes more impossible. But I don't want to die here either. There's still a lot of things I need to do. What now? Mind racing, I let my imagination run rampant. Throwing caution through the wind I run upstairs to my room. Locking the door behind me, I open the window and bang—I heard the front door broke down from heavy impact... ********* "Look everywhere, and find the brat! We need to bring her, dead or alive!!" The armed men, move like the wind. They dispersed and started trashing the place. And after a minute a young man, run over and whispered to the middle aged man who issued the order. The middle aged man's serious face turn black in an instant, when he heard them saying that she was nowhere to be found. He angrily bellowed. "What??! " The young man's face paled but there is nothing he could say that will change what happened.. With a glare he growled, "Gather the men, we will leave at 5. We need to find her. At. Any. Cost." *******