"Oh no you don't" Randy cried, he grabbed the first thing he could find from Aaron's open draw. He wanted to toss anything he could, to cover the running figure. He grabbed what he thought was a T-shirt, but it turned out to be folded underpants. He tossed it atop the little man, then he quickly stomped on the underpants. A red stain appeared, from under the undies.
"Ewww" he said, this time he carefully placed his heel over the spotted garment, and deliberately aimed where he saw the figure convulsing under the underpants. He brought his heel down fast and hard. He heard the crunching of small bones, and the figure let out a scream. The circle of red widened and the figure stopped moving.
"Good work" said Aaron watching the chase, "how many were there?"
"Five" repeated Mark, who had stopped crying
"We got two, there are three more here, We got to get them"
"There's one under the bed" said Mark. The wounds on his feet had stopped bleeding, but blood still flowed from the cut on his hand, which he held tightly in his other hand.
"Let's get the one under the bed, be careful! They are all heavily armed!"
"I know" said Randy, rubbing his sore cheek
"Let's tip the bed over" suggested Aaron, "Mark, you gotta get off" Mark shook his head.
"Here, I'll carry you to the hall, you gotta get to the bathroom, and wash your cuts" Aaron easily carried his younger brother off the bed.
"Randy, We gotta keep them in this room, If any of your guys escape, they could hide, and we'd never find them! They could stab our eyes out while we sleep!" Randy acknowledged the gravity of the situation. He shut the door, and ran to one side of the bed, Aaron ran to the other. The bed was heavy, but it went over with a crash, revealing the under mattress, and the springs.
"We're in luck!" there were two soldiers hiding. One was caught in the springs, and the other dodged past Aaron's overturned sneakers, past the comic books that lay cluttered on the floor. Another flash followed by a pop, nearly ignited the mattress. Both soldiers were firing rapidly, but now they were on the defensive. The one in the springs struggled to free itself, it's shirt was hooked on one of the springs and it was hanging awkwardly, trying to shake free, and shoot it's rifle at the same time. Aaron armed himself with his tennis racket, Randy grabbed a heavy encyclopedia, that had tumbled to the floor. Both boys were breathing heavily. The heavy book knocked over the running soldier, his rifle flew,
"I've got you now" Randy snarled, Aaron knocked the weapon from the hands of the dangling soldier, who was shouting what Aaron took to be curses. The figure lost it's balance, and dangled upside down and helpless from the wire snare. Randy grabbed and tightly held the floored soldier in his hands, it's arms pinned in Randy's grip. It struggled fiercely. Aaron grabbed the dangling soldier, ripping it's shirt off the spring.
"We gotta kill them" Said Aaron, breathlessly,
"My pleasure" growled Randy, "Shoot me, will you? Try to blow me up? Will you?" The door opened, and Mark was standing, watching in the hall.
"Can I kill one too? They hurt me real bad!"
"Shut the door, and come in" said Aaron, angrily, although he was not angry at Mark.
"No, you can't kill them, they're mine, but you can watch" This satisfied Mark, who came closer to see the action.
"Maybe he can help" suggested Aaron, "they hurt him too"
"What are you going to do?" asked Mark. Both boys were actually getting excited at the idea of revenging themselves' for all the damage done.
Randy held the figure tighter in his grip, he could feel the cloth of the uniform, and the metal of the belt, and underneath he could feel the rib cage of the little man in his grip.
"Man", he said, examining the soldier, "these guys are ugly!" the figure kicked it's feet freely as it's breath was being squeezed out by Randy's tight grip.
"I'm going to crush him in my hand" said Randy, applying more pressure, the figure screamed more curses. Aaron and Mark watched closely as Randy tightened his grip. Randy felt a wetness seeping between his fingers, it was warm, and not unpleasant. The ribcage cracked and broke. Randy squeezed harder.
"Shoot me now!" he screamed, holding the bloody figure close up to his face. It was still struggling, but the battle was over. Randy tightened his grip further, the figure spit blood, it's face contorted in agony, The rib cage and the pelvis were reduced to fragments, and all the soft organs turned to mush, as a flow of blood ran down Randy's wrist and arm. The figure went limp.
"Your turn!" said Randy, addressing Aaron. He tossed the bloody mess in his hand, into the waste basket.
"Take off his shirt" Mark suggested, "Yeah, let's see what he looks like, Mark, get my scissors from the top of my desk. continue reading!