No Name

The dog was going crazy while Dad was walking soundlessly around the house, gun in hand. I guess I woke up at about midnight. My oldest brother, Leo was helping Dad. Kevin, my other brother who was ten, was singing to help me get back to sleep.1

As I started to drift off Kevin’s singing was suddenly stopped, ending in a muffled scream. My eyes snapped to him, when I saw what happened I screamed. Dad, Leo, and Mom sprinted in, stopping short at seeing poor Kevin’s decapitated body.2

“Bridget,” Dad whispered slowly. “Come here.” I ran to Mom, throwing myself into her arms.3

That’s when disaster struck. With all of us together, four pairs of hands grabbed us. Me, Mom, and Dad were bound and gagged. The killers apparently had a problem with Leo mostly. When they had him everyone held an arm or a leg. The leader pulled off his mask; it was Billy, the town bully.4

“Since you are all going to die anyway, no matter if you see my face.” He laughed cruelly. “All right boys, get to work.”5

Four boys, four limbs, and they all pulled away, while Billy started a fire in the middle of the floor. The rest of the gang carried Leo towards it. To save even more gruesome details, it ended like this…6

As Leo was slowly roasted alive, the gang members pulled Leo’s limbs hard enough that they ripped off. My 18 year old brother fell into the fire and died instantly. With more fuel, the fire grew rapidly. The scarred gang prepared to leave. Before he left though, Billy grabbed a chair, let fire to it, and put it right next to Dad then Mom. The fire was so big at that point; Billy knew his own life was in danger. He fled, leaving me with Dad and Mom’s screams of agony. Franticly I tried to get free. Twisting and turning, screams of pain, as the flames danced higher, and higher… 7