The House

I don't know this place.

Or maybe I do.

I can't tell. It's so different yet so familiar to me. It's like I've been here before while also never seeing this place before in my life.

It is dark in here. They always say there is a light at the end of the tunnel, but the only light I've been seeing is the reflection of the moonbeam on black Uzis outside.

Is it really the military? The FBI? Maybe even the CIA? I can't focus and I can't think. What I do know is there is a life depending on me. Well, a few lives. But one life specifically.

Her name is Kaia and she is about 8 years old. With her, are people claiming to be her parents but look nothing like her at all. But then again, adoption is a thing.

The men outside haven't too much moved.

Have you ever seen that movie with Will Smith? Came out in the 90s.

I swear my brain works.

Men in Black! That's what it was called. That's what these guys look like but a lot more violent. They shot and killed 5 people already.

That is how it ended up just being me and the little family.

I don't think they saw us come in here, but they defintely know we're here. They would have left. But they haven't let out any more bullets either.

They are just standing there. Menacingly.

The little girl doesn't speak. She only signs. Which works because so do I.

We huddle up in a corner. She keeps pulling on my shirt. When I finally give her the attention she is clearly begging for, she points to a small squared space near the stairs.

A crawl space.

Perfect.

I looked over at the scared parents and tapped my nails on the floor to get their attention. When they finally looked over, I motioned with my eyes to the crawl space.

I don't know the men outside or what they are capable of...

Other than murder.

What I do know, from watching my fair share of action movies and thrillers, is the more noise and movement you make, the more likely you are to die or be captured.

Or both.

I looked around me and the little.

Shit. No weapons.

I motioned for them to crawl, as low as humanly possible over to where Kaia and I were, and as they did, I crawled over to the crawl space.

If anyone needed to go first, it needed to be me. I don't know why, it just felt like a higher calling.

Of course the call could be coming from inside the house.

Or hell.

All I knew is that they did not need to be captured by these people. Weirdly enough it was still pretty quiet.

When I got over to the stairs, I stood straight up in the shadows and looked out of the window.

No wonder they were so quiet, they were busy preparing a big ass Gatling gun.

5 of them.

No time for caution. Just run!

They barely made it into the crawl space when the first 50 bullets rang in. I slid in and shut the crawl space mini door.

We ended up in what looked to be a basement but was more of a weapons shelter. There were guns EVERYWHERE.

The parents...

They already seemed to know what to do. They were armed before I could even really say to get there.

Kaia's side eye was my exact thought process. Did she know them or not?

The bullets stopped and the footsteps started. There were 3 doors in here.

The parents suggested splitting up, with me and Kaia going out of what would be considered the back door.

Kaia and I just looked at each other and approached the door. When everyone was in position, the parents blasted through their doors shooting away.

That was our cue.

I was right. The backdoor.

But where the hell are we? It's just another building.

I looked down at Kaia to see if she was just as confused as I was...

But there was no Kaia.

Hello, Savannah.

Inspired by Savannah B :)