Villain

"But why not?" I complained and looked back at my parents. "You let Jack go off all the time whenever we come to the mall!"

"He is with Bran and Raven most of the time, and is older." My mother said not unkindly. "You need to stay with us."

"I'd be with Lily!" I said indignantly. They always let my brother do whatever the hell he wanted. He was three years older – big deal. That didn't mean anything. I was old enough to be trusted to do things by myself. Just because he was 15 didn't mean that he deserved any special privileges.

"Mom, Dad, I think he should be able to go hang out with his friends." The raven spoke up from where he was walking next to our mother.

"See? Even Jack agrees that I should!" We were walking along the sidewalk. We lived close enough to the mall that we didn't have to waist gas to head out. We were planning on watching a movie at the theater, and then our parents were going to go shopping. If it happened the way they want I would be stuck going all over the place with my brother why he hung out with his friends. It's not like I had anything against him, or his friends, but I just wanted to go spend time with my friends; do what we wanted, and not want my brother and his friends did.

"We don't want you going off alone." Father answered back lightly.

"I won't be alone. I'll be with Lillian." I repeated again, and putting emphasis on the girls name. She was one of my best friends, and the only one of my close friends that actually stayed in town this summer.

"If you both stay with your brother, maybe, b-"

"Mom, he's a big boy. It's not like he is going to get hurt just by being near another 12-year-old." Jack interrupted her. "I don't need to baby-sit him either."

"He's your brother. Take care of him, and that's all we ask of you." Our mothers voice was stern. "You're not going to just let him wonder off."

"Fine." He muttered, and I just frowned. Jack never was one to argue when Mom got into one of her moods.

"Jason?" She questioned, and I gave a nod. It was clear enough that I wouldn't win if I kept pushing it, and I would just make it worse. Dad was certainly going to be no help at all. He wouldn't go against something Mom said unless he absolutely had to. I turned my head back forward so that I was watching my feet as I walked; stepping up my pace a little bit more. I looked to the side when I heard other footsteps quickening as well, and I saw my brother looking at me. He slung an arm around my shoulder.

"As soon as we get away from Mom and Dad, turn on your phone, and make sure to meet me before we meet up with them." He gave me a small wink while he received a smile in return. We might have had arguments at times – like all siblings – but I thought he was the best person.

"Thanks."

"No problem." He said. His voice was just low enough that our parents couldn't hear, and it helped that they were submerged in their own conversation too. "You deserve to have your fun, and as much as I love you, I don't want you around Bran and me today."

"Okay. I don't think I would want to be around you two anyway." I laughed, giving him a knowing look. The two of them might seem like just friends, but they were dating. It wasn't like many people actually knew that.

"Oh, hush y-" He broke off when we both heard a yell coming from behind – our mothers voice to be precise.

"Mom!" There was a blonde man holding a gun. He looked like he lived on the streets, and that he wouldn't have anything to call his own. That was clearly wrong seeing as I could see the gun that he was holding in his hand as clear as day. I was looking at my mom, and I could see the blood that was starting to pool around her feet; even with Jack standing in front of me. Before any of us could move the man turned and shot our father right in the head, and I yelled again; this time for our father.

"You bastard! What do you want?" Jack screamed at the man, and before I could grab onto him to stop him he flung himself at the man. The blonde didn't seem to care, and just shot the gun again then preceded to watch my brothers body fall to the ground in front of him. I could hear people screaming, but the voices seemed far off. I wasn't one of them, for I was in more shock than anything. It seemed that we were in our own little bubble. Me, the man holding the gun, and the three dead bodies of my parents and brother.

"JACK!!!!" I felt myself scream before I heard it, and I found my eyes meeting green ones as they met the man that just murdered my family. He lifted the gun up to point it at me, and I found myself hoping that the police would hurry soon to get this man, and arrest him. Maybe even to kill him. I didn't care. I just wanted him gone, and I wanted my family. I wanted my brother.....

I could feel the tears start to drip down my face, but I didn't let myself break down. I couldn't yet. Not yet.... I held my breath as I closed my eyes; prepared to get what I knew was about to come. When I heard the gunshot I didn't feel pain, nor did I feel or see death. I opened my eyes just to see the body of the man slump forward and hit the ground right next to where my parents lay; blood staining the ground.

That is when I broke down. I slid down onto the concrete surface so that I was on my knees, and I could feel myself shaking. I was sobbing and shaking and just looking at my dead family. I didn't know it when someone wrapped their arms around me, and I didn't hear words that were spoken to comfort me. I just couldn't, and I wouldn't. Why....? What...? My mind wasn't exactly able to comprehend it at the moment. I was too deep in shock.

Too deep in confusion. Too deep in shock. Too deep were the wounds that were just given to me. Everything was just too deep......

I just continued to sob. I could feel the people around me, the people trying to comfort me, but I couldn't listen. How could I? After what had just happened..... I didn't think I could. I wanted my parents. I didn't want strangers. I wanted my parents, and I wanted my brother. I wanted Mom, Dad, and Jack. I especially wanted Jack......

They would all help me. How could someone that I didn't know help me? Did I even know these people? Did I? I didn't know anymore..... I sniffed as I wrapped my arms around myself to try and stop my shaking. How did such a day that was so happy turn out so badly? This shouldn't have happened. It shouldn't have..... Maybe it was all a dream. I was hoping that it was, but every time my eyes refocused on the bodies the point that it wasn't a dream was proven.

I refused to move. I was glued onto the gray slab it would seem, and I couldn't stop myself from sobbing. I couldn't help myself from shaking either. It was all too much to take in. Too much had happened. None of it should have happened, yet it had..... Why? I never did anything to deserve something like this, right? Why did this happen then....? I never did anything!

I wanted my parents! I wanted Jack!