Scott
"Hey...We'd better hurry up and get to my house." I whispered, starting to run. I don't know why I was in such a hurry to get home. Usually I would enjoy the company of walking in the dark with Blair...but for some odd reason I wanted to get home...right now.
"Scott..." She gasped from behind me, "Your going to fast...I can't catch up to you.." I stopped, but when I did...I only wanted to get home faster. But I decided to wait for my girlfriend....it wouldn't be right to ditch her, escpecially when she was in a time of need. I mean...what if her brother came out here to find her.
Clint
"Bob...put the gun down..." I told him calmly trying not to let my fear break out. "Please...just put it down." The fact that Scott looked relcutent to pull the trigger gave me a feeling of comfort. I watched him closely, but he still had the gun aimed at my head.
Bob
It was weird...really weird, the feeling that someone else had taken over my body...kinda like if I was dead and hovering above watching everything. The shaking gun in my hands. I still couldn't accept the fact that I had a gun in my hands and that I was pointing it straight at my brother's head. I felt sick...this wasn't right. Shut up and shoot!
"Come on, this is pointless...You just need some help...put the gun down." Please Clint, take this thing away from me...I don't want to shoot you...take it.. I found myself pleading. Don't be weak, pull the trigger...blast his head off. He deserves it...he tried to kill you. If you give him the gun, he'll just shoot you.
"No!" I screamed, wagging the gun frantically. Clint backed away slightly, as if he thought I was going to shoot him. Don't be stupid...blast him. "Leave me alone!" I cried, my eyes screwing up into the back of my head, this was killing me. hurry up! Your wasting time. Kill him. "No!" I wanted to say more...like Clint take this thing away from me. But I couldn't... Kill Him! Kill Him! Kill him now....
Scott
"Blair...how about if I carry you?" I offered turning around and looking into my girlfriends bright blue eyes, she was always happy even if she was smacked across the face and had a pretty nice shiner. Slowly, she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and pulled herself up onto my back. I held onto her legs so she wouldn't fall off and get hurt even more than she was.
"You got to pee or something?" She whispered into my ear, setting her chin on my shoulder. I laughed, maybe I did have to pee...or maybe I was afraid Bob had another dream and was barfing in the toliet. Or maybe I was afraid that Dave and Clint had started the house on fire while cooking.
"I just think we should get home." I replied, trying to run and carry her at the same time...It wasn't really working, I was more or less woddling.
Dave
I couldn't quite pinpoint why I had this feeling...almost like a nervous feeling creeping up my body and isolating in the pit of my stomach. My throat felt parched and dry as I tried to swallow...a feeling I only had out of fear. "Dave!" I turned to see Scott running up to me...with someone else...a girl. So Scott does have a social life.
"What's going on? Who's that?" I asked quickly. He shook his head quickly.
"Let's not worry about that...somethings wrong...somethings really wrong...." I dashed up the steps to the back door and jerked the door open hard. My breathing grew rapiad as I raced into the house.
"Clint!" I yelled, pacing around the kitchen table towards the Dining Room. Why was I so afraid? Why did everything feel so....different.
"Dave..." came Clint's pathetic reply. I soon knew why the taste of fear was so apparent...I moved into the Living Room and saw the gun. Then slowly, my eyes roamed around the room until they finally fell upon Bob...who was aiming the gun right at Clint's head.
"Oh my gawd" I heard Scott gasp from behind me. I could taste Clint's fear...but now...it might as well be my own.
Bob
Great! Why did they have to come? Didn't they think this was hard enough for me the way it is? Now you might as well kill them too. No way...I'm not shooting my brothers. They'll kill you. They are all in on it. "Shut up!" I spat bitterly. I glanced between my three brothers scared faces...and Blair... How perfect...kill her too. It didn't have to turn out this way... Like hell...blow their heads off..
"Bob..." I heard Scott say quietly "just put it down ok? Everything will be okay...just put the gun down." What does he know? Kill him first instead. Impulsively, I swung the gun towards him, aiming it carelessly at his chest. He didn't stop walking towards me. Shoot. He knows. he knows I can't kill him. He knows I won't shoot. Prove him wrong. Shoot him. "Come on, just give it to me" he urged, reaching a hand out towards me. If you shoot now we might be lucky...it could go through him and hit his little girlfriend too.
"Oh, Scott. Believe me...I don't want to shoot..." I cried, momentailly breaking free of the voice.
"It's okay..." he soothed, "just hand the gun over to me and it'll all be over." I was suddenly overcome with a heart-wrenching pain with spread across my chest, up my neck and around the sides of my head so fast that all I could do was gasp. I screwed my eyes up against the pain and felt my knees want to buckle. That was stupid. You almost gave in.
"Bob...just ignore them..." I heard Clint plead, "just drop the gun...please." Didn't he know this wasn't that easy? I managed to crack my eyes open enough to see Scott a few feet away from me, his eyes searching mine. It made me feel uncomfortable. Do it. The pain in my head was excruciating...I couldn't beat it...it was just too hard. I screwed my eyes up to overcome the pang of nausea I felt envelope me. I couldn't stop it anymore...I had to end it all...
"Stop me, please..." I whimpered as my finger went dangerously close to pushing the trigger.