The Murderer

As he infiltrated the house further, mercilessly, he shot them one by one as each, quite helpless, fell to his agility.

He took every next step prudently aware that he had to dirty his hands only once more to finish the last one.

Sweat dribbled down onto the floor and his heart thumped faster with every passing second.

“One more second is all that you have and dare you make me repeat myself,” a bellowing voice, from the other room, filled with rage reached him.

He knew he had to take a decision instantly as he sat there in dilemma of choosing between a peaceful dinner or his mom’s wrath and the victory of the game he was playing.