SHH! There's a Killer in the House

They were both in the office. Landon was grabbing all the cash out of the drawer. Heather was sitting on top of the safe, waiting for Landon to notice. His nose was so far up into the cash that he didn't notice she was talking to him. "Landon? Landon? Landon!"

He looked up on her. "What?" The doorbell was ringing non-stop. "Oh. Um, shit," he cursed, standing up. "Lets go see who the fuck it is."

Landon had his gun in hand as they repeated answering the door. He opened the door and Heather caught her breath. It was her father's co-worker, Tyson. "Can I help you, Ty?"

"yeah, you can," he pulled out a gun, pointing it at her heart. "Where is your father and his boss?" He stepped forward, pushing her back. "Any answers? Hm?"

Tyson was now standing in the doorway and Landon could see the gun pressed against Heather's heart. They both kept walking deeper into the house. Something crashed deep inside the house. Heather's back was now pressed against the wall. "Where are they, bitch?" He hissed. Landon moved his body, getting ready to tackle this Tyson guy when another man rushed in and pointed a gun at him. Tyson's eyes snapped up to look at Landon. "Who the fuck is this?!"

He pulled Heather in front of him once he saw the gun in Landon's hand. "Drop the gun." When Landon didn't, Tyson pulled the gun away from under Heather's jaw and pointed towards Landon. "I said, drop the gun!"

The man behind Tyson pulled the trigger. Heather let out a squeak; Tyson had to do all he could to keep her from falling. Landon grabbed his arm in pain, his gun fell to the ground. The man behind Tyson walked up to Landon, kicked the gun away from him and pulled him up by this sore arm. His grunt was harsh and loud.

"Now, who the fuck are you?" Tyson demanded once everyone was in the living room. Heather sat in the recliner; Landon was on the couch, hanging onto his hurt arm for dear life. He didn't look up to the guy with the gun instead he stared off into space, not answering any questions. Tyson hit Heather across the face with the gun in his hand. "WHO THE FUCK HIS HE?!"

Heather cupped her face, trying to hide the tears. She curled herself up as tight as she could in the chair. He grabbed her hair, pulling her to face him. "Who is he?" He hissed, pulling her hair tighter.

She let a silent scream. "Why do you care who I am?" Landon asked. Standing up. "And why pick on someone smaller then you? Didn't your mother teacher you any better?"

Tyson pushed her back down into the chair. They were toe-in-toe with each other. "Because I'm the one with the gun and I'm the one that asked who you were." He smiled cocky, "And my mother did try to teach me better, and I told her to fuck off."

"Then I guess you'll never figure out who I am, then."

Two more men came in the back door. "No one out there, sir," one said to Tyson.

"Check the house then, go," one man headed towards the basement. The other went upstairs. Landon sat back down on the couch, putting his feet up as if this was a normal get together.

The man downstairs came up. "We got something down here, sir."

"What?"

"Bryan and Steve, they aren't in hot shape. But they're live." Tyson grabbed Heather by the back of the neck this time. "Sir, I don't think you want to bring her down to see all this."

"Oh, I think she would like to see it, wouldn't you, Heather?" She didn't get time to answer as she was dragged down the basement steps.
*****
It smelt horrible down here. I wanted to puke. It was dark down here, I could barely see. Then they turned on the lights. It was so gross. Blood was everywhere. Bryan and my father were tied to two chairs, passed out. Blood was pouring out between my father's legs. Around Bryan's eyes were red and painful looking. His knee was blown out.

"Oh, GOD!" I tried to jerk away but he didn't let good. I covered my mouth but it didn't work. I started gagging on the empty contents of my stomach. I was dry heaving. Two men walked over to my father and Bryan. My father looked up at the one in pain. When Bryan opened his eyes, they were blood red, both of them. It looked like something out of a horror film.

"Get them upstairs and to the hospital, GO!" One at a time, my father and Bryan were cut loose and carried up the stairs while we stood there and watched. After they brought Bryan up Landon was pushed to the middle of the room. "Did you do that to them?"

Landon looked Tyson square in the eyes. "Yes."

Tyson threw me against the wall and attacked Landon. They were both rolling around on the ground. Landon yelled out in pain as Tyson hit his arm. I was so enchanted with what was happening that I didn't notice the one guy grabbing my arms and held me in my spot without hurting me. They still were at it when one of the men that carried up the two hurt people came down the steps. "We're ready to go," he told the guy holding me.

"Take her up and get her ready. I'll try to stop this," he handed me off. The last I saw of Landon, he was punching Tyson in the face. Then they disappeared from my view as I walked up the steps.