"Mommy?! Daddy?!" A little girl screamed as she ran to her parents' room. "We're fine, we've just got the sniffles. Koilana, I want you to be a brave little girl and suck it up." A male's voice came, muffled, from behind the door. "But," She was crying a river. "Daddy! I don't want you to die!" A chuckle came from the room. "Mommy and Daddy are not going to die. We're just sick." "Promise?" She sniffled. "I promise.""Koilana! Get back from that door!" A harsh voice snapped. "But Daddy--" "'But Daddy' nothing! Be quiet, and stay away from the door! Marcous is going to fix it." An older girl looked down at the six year old. "O-o-ok." "Let's go downstairs," She told her sister. "This way he can work alone. And... And, take care of M-M-Mommy and Daddy." She felt as if she were choking on glass.
The two sisters went downstairs, sitting on the couch. An older boy came in carrying an ax. Koilana looked back. "No," The older girl whispered, pulling the little girl's face to her own. Then rubbed noses. "Everything's going," She paused, hearing screams from upstairs. "to be fine." A single tear went down the older girl's face. "Everything's already fine."
The older boy opened the door, his dark hair in his face, and raised his ax. He looked as if he were already mourning the death of his parents. The ax glinted in the window's reflection, showing the pale couple in bed. The boy's mother wasn't breathing, but still... Kinda blinked. He went to the bedframe and lowered his ax to his father's neck. Cutting the head off, squarely. A couple innereds squabbled on the the ground. The body of the being fell back, and he moved on the other side of the bed. He raised his ax and waited. His hair was out of his face, revealing his brown eyes and scattered freckles. The mother slowly came out of bed and came closer to her son. Her eyes opened widely. She lunged forward, aiming for his neck. But slowly missed as he left his ax in her skull.
"And stay down, stupid pile of useless -Removed by Moderator-."