I harshly pushed him towards the bedroom door and instructed him, "all I want you to do for now is open that door, get on your knees, and beg me for mercy...quietly would be nice".
"Zena please I-"
"I SAID quietly or I will kill her, and everyone in this house one by one until you're the last man standing", I whispered while raising my weapon to the back of his head.
As I finished my threat, the door creaked open again and his wife came out. She was not aware of the dangers that hid behind her as she turned around to close the door.
"Darrel, I almost forgot...Zena was here earlier; Max is staying with her today", she commented as she closed the door.
She was startled when she turned around to find her husband's scared expression and me standing close behind him.
"I would back up if I were you...as to not ruin that pretty little night gown", I warned her while the barrel of my pistol looked down at her husband's head.
She glanced at me and fearfully looked down at her naked feet.
"Now which one of you hit Max?"
They remained silent and that pissed me off even more.
"Since everyone appears to be mute and useless, I might as well kill you both; pick who goes first or I will."
I quickly pulled out my knife and threw it towards the woman using my left hand; it missed her head by a mere two inches. From where I stood, I could almost taste the fear that radiated from her.
"Now that I've demonstrated my seriousness, I expect some answers in a timely manner." I was very rational when need be.
"I...I didn't mean to hit hi-", Darrel began.
Although, I had already made my choice; therefore he was useless to me and regardless of how he would plead for his life, one of us wasn't going to make it out alive. "Well that's a nice sentiment but you won't be around to touch any one anymore, not even that beautiful wife of yours". An evil smirk plastered on my face.
Without restraint I pulled the trigger, the weapon adjusted in my hand. Power coursed through my veins as I felt no remorse as usual.
Specks of blood covered my face and shirt.
Witnessing the assassination of her husband, the wife began to weep; "you'll pay for this", she whispered through gritted teeth.
I always used a silencer and customized bullets. Cautiously, I walked up to the widow and disabled my weapon in front of her face. I took out the remaining bullets except for one and placed them on the dresser.
"I like a fair fight. If you're feeling up to it you can grab the knife behind you, and we can have ourselves a little sparring session. Whoever loses gets a bullet in return. How's that for revenge?"
She took in my words and made her decision. She ran, grabbed the knife and assumed her fighter's position.
"David, told me you were a pro with that. I wonder how long it takes for a supposed housewife to lose practice?" I questioned.
We sparred for about five minutes, neither of us hitting our target. Her bedroom was wrecked and disheveled from our bodies hitting the furniture.
"Look, we can go on like this for hours but the kids are about to wake up. You need to leave." I could tell that she was worried about them seeing their foster father on the floor with a bullet through his head.
"Alright then...answer me this, how did they know about Max?"
"I don't know what you're talking about", she replied breathlessly.
I looked at her and then back at the corpse. "I'm sorry about that, but the game is the game. He should've played smarter; besides, if I didn't do it...some day you would've".
I turned to her, only to be tripped off of my feet and fall backwards onto the carpeted floor. She quickly got on top of me, and placed her knife on my neck. "I'm not like you bitch...I'm not heartless", she responded. Her breathing was shallow from the impact of my knife being jammed in her chests.
My reflexes were much sharper than hers since I'd been living this life longer. She chose to give it up and settle down with her high school sweetheart; who wasn't so sweet to her after finding out that she would not be able to carry his children full term.
I pushed her off of me and assembled my gun.
"A deal is a deal", I whispered to myself.
I aimed for her chest and-
"Mom, please don't do this!"
Max stood at the threshold looking distraught.
"I told you to stay in the car."
I walked up to him grabbed his hand and looked straight in his eyes. "Turn around and close your eyes NOW".
He angrily did as I commanded.
"What kind of...mother...are you?" The widow choked out, blood dripping down the side of her chapped lips.
I went up to her again took my aim and said, "A desperate one". I watched as the bullet tore through her chest.