Running out of the house it looked like a normal day. Wind blowing, puffy clouds and the smell of hay. Hand in hand she rushed her young daughter down the path, no idea the day could be an even worse bloodbath. She heard the car door slam and she looked to the right.

Run! She screamed as she pulled her daughter with all her might. The sins left upon the shoulders of children are the worst sins indeed, but the father was an addict and only cared about his greed. For he never thought for a second of the debt that would come due, like almost all addicts he hadn’t a clue. They ran so fast for the house in a path that was true, off the daughters left foot came one of her shoes.

Up the stairs they went and in the distance they heard “stop.” Followed shortly after by a very loud pop. As the daughter grabbed the doorknob she turned to see why her mom stopped, just in time to feel her hand go limp, as she felt her mom drop. She let go of the knob and darted inside, breaking through the screen at the same moment her mother let out a brief scream and died.

She flew inside and the hallway was long, her sharp young ears heard the footsteps growing strong, to the right was the basement and in it she went, the murderer not far behind following her scent. She locked the door and flew down the stairs, as she turned to the left she slipped on what she thought was mud, when she picked up her hand from the ground she saw it was blood. The door was almost kicked in she was able to discern by the tune, mom told her the FBI would be there at just about noon. It was 11:45 so she had to kill time, out through the basement window she would have to climb.

The papers with the whale on it she remembered to grab first, then her fathers 44 with 5 rounds left, then out the window she went with a burst. As she climbed out the window with evidence in hand the basement door was kicked off its jambs. She jumped out the window well and kicked off her other shoe and she flew into the cornfield and appealed to God this would hide her from view.

Trying not to cry was all she could muster all her thoughts lay with her mother. Far in to the field she ran to hide, the corn was tall and dense enough as to be hard to find.

“You’re not getting away”... “this has gone to far”. And other such phrases she heard from afar. She got down on her knees and began to pray. Right on cue things starting getting cold, the wind picked up as she felt the Holy Spirit enter her soul. The mans voice slowly grew louder and louder, but the lord sheltered her as it got darker and darker.

In the distance another car was heard, sirens blaring, this time with hatred the guy started swearing. The car stopped, the doors slammed, unfortunately toward the house they ran. The man was quiet now all she heard was the authorities, she knew she had to change the house as their priority. Looking up into the darkness of God she sighed, pointed the gun up let off one round and ran to rehide.

This obviously caught the attention of the officers and in her direction they ran, “Sarah” they shouted, unfortunately that didn’t make her squeal. The wind, cold and darkness made everything surreal. Then above the crickets they heard another loud pop. Hitting the shoulder of one of the agents and making her drop. The other charged the field to seek the cover of the corn. Now the hunt was on and the matter was for keeps. No quitting as now started the battle of wits. “Steve is that you?” “We got everything on tape.” “Your friends were already arrested and the connection has been made, the 50,000 you were offered you’ll never collect.” “It’s over, you lost, lets end this conflict.”

“You know nothing” the agent heard as two shots rang out. He heard a body fall but from where about? Around his area he slowly began to scout. In the distance more sirens can hardly be heard, but what was profound was the whimpering of a little girl. He ran to the sound and there she was, standing over the body of the assassin covered in blood. Unable to see but at that moment things changed. The darkness ended and in the light came. The wind calmed down and the crickets went lame. The lord left just as quickly as he came.

The agent looked down and couldn’t stop staring, it took him a few seconds to gather his bearings. He picked up the young girl and walked out of the corn. The bullet proof vest saved the female agent from death, but the horror on his face was completely out of place. She paused for a second and realized what he knew, closed her eyes in disbelief and briefly didn’t know what to do.

The End.

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1) What was the original crime that started this chain of events?

2) Where is the location of the Assassins body, the basement or the cornfield?

3) Where is the location of the body of the girls father, in the basement or the cornfield?

4) What state did this event take place in? (Of the 50 U.S. states)

5) What year did this event take place in?

You must answer all 5 right to win. No more than two posts per day.

Winner gets one Ternion, One Argentium and 5 pot o’ coins. And maybe even a few other smaller ones just for the hell of it cuz why not at this point.