May Our Souls Rest In Peace

It was raining heavily when I reached there. It was a dark night. As I walked up to our door, across a dimly lit soiled path, I felt my heart wrenching. I was about to knock when I heard shuffling of feet inside. I placed my ear against the door. Carefully holding my pocket knife in one hand I turned it open. It was over in less than a minute. Placing one hand over his mouth to hush any sound, I plunged the knife straight into his gut and twisted it twice. He collapsed.

It was a blur journey as I prodded my way towards our bedroom. Lights were out. I turned back to the kitchen and procured a candle. The candle cast daunting forms everywhere. Upon opening the bedroom door this time, I found there, two bodies, lying side by side in a pool of blood. I let my eyes wander across the room, our room. The little Arabian carpet lay there soaked in blood. It looked more majestic than ever before. Our cozy bed was at the far end of the room. It beckoned to me. A long mirror with its elaborate frame peered at me curiously. A six foot five inch, shabbily dressed, unkempt hair probably smelling like onions man who appeared to have seen much better days. I walked up to the bed and felt my knees go under.

There were ..two. Bodies. Lying side by side. In a pool of blood. Naked. Blood matted on their foreheads. Marks of knotted rope on their wrists and ankles. Blood had ceased to flow from the jugular vein of the neck. Only a hollow remained. Burn marks. The first body was of a twenty year old vibrant lady beside whom was lying the body of a two year old hazel eyed baby girl. I pulled the bed sheet slowly and let it descend over them. My wife and daughter.

I bent down to tell her that she meant the world to me and that she shouldn't worry because I would soon be..

Screeching of tires. I heard several footsteps rushing towards the house. Extinguishing the candle and stealing one last look at my girls, I hurried to the backdoor. The equipment felt in place. I grabbed a matchbox on my way out and threw two lit matches on our giant burgundy curtains. Hardly had I reached the backyard when the the house blew up in flames. Funeral done.

I hurried my way across the street. Without looking back I kept running. My feet halted as I saw two men dressed in black patrolling the end of the road. Their heads were turned the opposite side and I ran back. Taking two swift turns I reached as close to the square as possible. From here I broke into a house and got on its roof. I jumped down. Right into the middle of the crossroads. Immediately a thousand guns were turned on me.

He sat there, right in front of me, relaxing on a recliner. I remembered his deep set eyes and smiling face from the First Speech. Still the same. If anything, it seemed as if he was amused to see me.

"How's the missus?"

"Looking forward to meet you." I replied.

At this a curious smile appeared on his face.

"Any last words?"

"May our souls rest in peace." 

I shot myself in the chest. Within seconds the red light beeped its way through my shirt and the night exploded on us.