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It was a very unpleasent night in Oxford, England, as rain was falling fast and furious. The wind was blowing with enough force to make in hard to walk in a straight line. It was not what the weatherman had predicted on the morning news, but at least it would be a welcome change from the recent heat wave.
However, on this night, a very terrible evil would take place, and it all started with a knock on the door of a two story house that belonged to the Merces Family, where the mother was currently chopping up some carrots for a stew. She looked towards the front door, and walked towards it. She opened the door, and she was nearly knocked off her feet by a young man that rushed in, pushing the door shut behind himself, and glancing around as if he was looking for something.
" Can I help you, young man? " she asked, sounding annoyed as she picked herself up. The man turned to face her, having a serious expression on his face. " Your daughter's life is in grave danger. " The man said as he looked down the hallway, as if he was looking for someone. " Wha...What? What danger? " The mother asked, sounding worried.
The man turned, and grabbed the mother by her shoulders. " No time, I need to know where your daughter is!!!! " He exclaimed. The mother answered without second thought. " She is in America, at that school for Gifted Young People in New York. " The man let go of her, and walked forward a few steps, into the kitchen " Now, what is the danger to my daughter? " she demanded, following him. " Ms Merces, someone is trying to kill your daughter. " The mother was shocked, and took a step back. " Who would want to kill Luserina? " She asked him, desperate for answers.
The man turned, looking at her, his hands at his side. " Me. " he responded as he lifted his 9mm, and fired two shots, the silenccer making a whisper of the gunshots. The first hit the mother in the chest, piercing her right lung. The second managed to find it's way to her liver. The shock on her face was beyond compair. The man walked over to her, putting his handgun back into it's holster in his jacket, and knelt down, looking over her wounds.
" Now that's not good. The blood is black, which means I hit your liver. I'd say you have twenty minutes left until you die, if you don't move. " He said, reaching up and taking a hand towel from the counter, and wiping the blood from her face. He then got to his feet, and walked out of eye shot of the mother for a moment, returning with a pillow. He noticed the fear in her eyes, and glanced at the pillow.
He bent down, slowly moving the pillow towards her face. He could hear her whimpers of fear as he did, and stopped just before he was presing the pillow into her face. He reached his left hand around, and lifted her head, sliding the pilow under her head. He then turned his attention to the drive-way, hearing a car pull up. " Sounds like your husband is home. I think I'll go say hello. " he said, and vanished from her view once again.
A few seconds later, the father entered the house through the garage door. He called out to his wife, looking to see if she was home. He walked through the house for a short while, before he found her lying in a pool of blood. " Oh god. " he said, as he rushed to her side. He told her to hang on, and that she would be fine, reaching for something to try and pres against the wounds.
He found himself feeling a towel, and grabbed it, pressing it against her lower wound, which resulted in a look of pain on her face. " That wil just cause her more pain. " the man said from behind the father, who had his right hand on the counter, and his left hand extended, holding another towel. The father got to his feet, and turned to face the man, with a look of confusion on his face. This turned to realization as he realized that he was looking at the man that had shot his wife, but he was not fast enough to do anything about it.
He charged the man, who side-stepped him with easy, taking a knife from the kitchen counter, which the mother had been using before he had arrived at the house. When the father turned around, he was met with the knife being driven into his stomach. The man looked at him, eye to eye, while his right hand shifted it's grip from that of an under hand to an over hand grip on the blade's handle. The man whispered something to the father, before he swiftly pulled the knife from his stomach, and spun around with great speed, slashing the father's throat. He spun behing him, and drove it into his back, pushing him over so he landed next to his wife.
The man then walked over to the mother, who had a horrified look on her face. " Well, might as well let you two die togehter. " He said, as he lifted his left foot upwards, and set it upon the mother's neck. With a swift and powerful motion, he drove his heel into her neck, severing the spinal cord, killing her.
He turned to look at the stove, seeing that the flame was on, and the water was boiling over. He walked over, and removed the pot from the stove, setting it on another burner. Don't want to waste good water. " he said, as he moved towards the center of the house, his right hand holding his left forearm near it's middle. He stopped in the center of the house, and held his right arm at chest level, having his elbow bent upwards. His palm was facing the ceiling, and he had his fingers extended. After the first joint, the fingers pointed upwards, and after the second join, the pointed at a fourty-five degree angle inwards. This allowed him to take control over all the air in the building, and keep it after he left.
He then walked outside, into the pouring rain, stopping out by the street. He closed his hand right hand into a fist, causing the chain reaction to begin, as the air inside the home began to change. He then dropped his right hand to the side, going a bit behind him as he released his grip with his left hand, and turned away from the house as it exploded, from him turning the air into " Gas " , which was explosive when exposed to heat, like the flames of the burner he had left on. He started to walk away as the explosion increased in size, taking out a handbook. He crossed out the names of the Merces family, all save one, Luserina Merces.
( End of my involvement in thread. Others may investigate the remains along with the police, or after they have, it's your choice. )
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