Intruder!
It all started out as a normal evening with the family. Mom and Charlie were out at Wawa (a Stewarts-like store in New Jersey), my two stepsisters Rachel and Katie were watching TV in the living room, my stepbrothers and Eva were absent, and Gabe, Ellie, and myself were involved in a heated game of Pictionary.
It was my turn to draw and I looked down at my card… “Intruder” it said. I thought about drawing a mean looking man climbing through the window of a house, when I heard a clatter from the front hall. I had, strangely, two markers in my hands and I remember at this point, taking their caps off and smelling that they were orange and licorice. I went to start my drawing, but again there was a clatter and Ellie screamed, “HOLY FUCK!” behind me. Gabe tapped me on the shoulder and I whirled around to see President Dubya in the doorway pointing a gun at the three of us. I heard four markers drop and I could smell the lemon, blueberry, grape, and sour apple, as their caps popped off upon hitting the floor. I clutched my markers to me as if they were my life. We all raised our hands in the air and backed up against the wall as we were gestured to do so. “Wow, he’s shorter than I thought,” I thought to myself”. But this thought was blown away by an overwhelming sense of fear as I yearned to keep my only defense, “Please don’t take my markers, please don’t take my markers…”
Dubya turned and took off his jacket, folded it, then dropped it in a lump to the floor. I did not want him thinking that he could make himself at home… why had he removed his jacket!? He then walked into another room and I saw him looking around. I held my markers high as if to flick them at the back of his head but suddenly I caught his reflection in the mirror on the wall, and his eyes were upon me. I jumped and he snatched my markers. I looked at the floor; Ellie’s and Gabe’s markers were already gone! How had he done it? “You think that this is all I’m taking!? No, I will come back to redeem your liberal souls,” He cackled. I had never felt more afraid…he was going to be back. Dubya moved into the living room, holding his gun out in front of himself. Rachel and Katie were still contentedly watching “the OC”. They hadn’t heard him coming even. Katie had her legs up on the coffee table and within seconds, her ankle was riddled with tranquilizer darts and electricity from Dubya’s obviously futuristic weapon.
She shrieked and so did Rachel. Rachel helped Katie start to walk to the front door, but Dubya had his gun on them still. Just then the door flung open and Mom and Charlie burst in with arms full or groceries. “Dinner time!” they chorused in unison as they took off their shoes. But then they looked up and saw Dubya pointing his gun, Rachel and Katie limping three-leggedly from the room, and myself next to the President, completely clueless about what to do. Dubya was taking the tranquilizers darts and tazer lines out of his gun and loading it with real bullets. I looked over at Gabe and Ellie still in the corner, and they mouthed, “NOW!” I understood and took the reloading opportunity to tackle Dubya to the couch. A shot went off into the ceiling and he started to put another bullet in, but I knocked that to the floor, grabbed the gun, and ran. As I left the room, I was drop-kicked from behind and I flew across the floor into the kitchen. I hid behind the kitchen door waiting for Dubya to come in, so that I could stroke him once cleanly, in the back, and be done with it… when I heard a yell. Dubya and Charlie were fighting now, and by the sounds of it Charlie wasn’t winning. I heard him crash through the glass coffee table and then all was silent. Had Dubya killed him? Mom and the stepsisters yelled and threw themselves at Dubya as a last resort, and I saw Gabe and Ellie come at him from behind. But within seconds he had paralyzed them all. I was alone in the house with a complete psycho. All that I could hear was my own breathing, and it was far too loud… he was going to hear me and come for me… and I had a bullet-less gun for my only defense…
“I’m coming for you!” He hollered, in the creepy drawn out serial killer way… and I felt myself turn stark white as he entered the room from the opposite doorway armed with a large, jagged piece of bloody glass from the coffee table….
Snow fell off of the roof with many resounding pounds and I awoke just in time to see the last thick sheet slide past my window… another day of weekend! YAY!!!