Completely Justified

Tyler awoke to the sound of rain. Heavy rain crashing against his roof. He had been lurched from his sleep by a horrible dream. It was a normal nightmare that made no sense what so ever. Just flashes of gore-tastic images and loud screeches like shrill bird cries. Tyler sat up and glanced around. Nothing in his room. His heart was pounding and his breathing was heavy.

As Tyler laid back down, he heard footsteps. Faint, but loud. Like a child that was too excited to actually sneak around. He reached into his desk and grabbed his Colt revolver. An old magnum, but it was reliable. He aimed at the doorway, finger on the trigger and the hammer pulled back. His paranoia might finally pay off.

A figure turned the corner and Tyler fired. There was a flash and a loud "bang!" Whoever he was, he had picked the wrong house. All Tyler could see was a white hoodie, soaked in blood, as the person sunk down onto their knees. Tyler pulled back the hammer to deliver a killing shot to the cranium.

He froze when the figure's head lurched upward and the hood fell back. Chalk-white skin. Thick black ring around his eyes. Brown hair singed to grey then black. And to top it off, a horribly carved up smile. Tyler couldn't move. This man was seemingly in no pain after taking a bullet to the abdominals.

He rose to his feet, producing a knife from his pocket. He walked forward, the blood pouring from his open wound.

"You shouldn't have done that. It's past your bed time. You're up too late, playing with a gun. You shouldn't play with guns!"

The voice was cracked with insanity and flooded with rage. Tyler fired another shot. The man's shoulder took the shot, but he continued his approach. With shaking hands, Tyler cocked the hammer and steadied the sight over his head. Bang! Blood dripped down his face, but he kept coming. Bang! Bang! Bang! All to his head. The man finally stopped, standing directly in front of Tyler's bed.

"You're not good at this game! My turn now!"

The knife came down on Tyler's shoulder. He screamed in pain as it slid out and slammed into his abdominal. Another blood curdling scream of pain and terror.

"Shut up!"

There was no third scream. Only a thick gurgle as the knife slipped into his neck. Tyler reached round his own neck, trying to hold the blood in. His body squirmed and seethed with pain. His eye's told the killer just how terrified he was.

"This isn't fun anymore, it's way past bed time. Go to sleep!" And with that the knife slipped into his chest and punctured his heart. There was a long pause before laughter.

"It would have been so much easier if you just slept. See now, I had every right to make you sleep. Good Night!"

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Credited to Jester of Sorts
Originally uploaded on July 8, 2012

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