Jack arrived home and ran to the kitchen. He opened the door and struggled to close it. He turned to his mother and said “They’re here.” She turned, opened the drawer and took out a pistol. “Go tell your father,” she said and began to leave the room. “I’m not leaving you” he said and left the room with her. “Now is not the time, you need to go” she said with tears filling her eyes. Jack hugged her and left the house.
He ran to the barn and knocked on the side door. No one came. He started to pound the door and a man opened it. Jack came inside and shut the door. “They’re here dad. They’re here and mom doesn’t want me with her,” he said. All that his father said was “good” as he climbed the stairs to the second floor. He opened the floorboard and took out a shotgun and flare gun. He tossed his son the flare gun and loaded the shotgun. Then he sat in a chair in the middle of the barn, able to see both ends. He looked at his son and told him “Your turn.”
Jack opened the side door and left. He went into an open field and crouched down. He blended in with his white clothing. The hunters came in their snowmobiles. There were three of them wearing black snowsuits. They liked to stand out. They walked up to the house and knocked on the front door. The mother opened and let them in. Jack crept to their snowmobiles and cut a piece of wiring in each one. Then he crept back to the open field. He waited for a while crouched down.
Then his mother came to the kitchen window and opened the curtains. There’s the signal, Jack thought, it’s time to go. He stood and pointed his flare gun up. Then he pulled the trigger and hundreds of blinding red sparks shot threw the silent white bed of snow. The shriek of the flares was the perfect catalyst.
Jack saw his father throw open the window on the second floor of the barn. He rested his shotgun on the ledge aiming at the kitchen door. One of the men in black opened that door. Bam. The hunter fell back dead. The door was slammed shut and someone screamed. Jack ran to the house. He heard his father yell but ignored him. He kicked the door in and halted. The hunter stood behind his mother with a gun pointed at her head. He said “They already know,” and stuck the pistol in his own mouth. Bam. He collapsed dead.
“I’m so sorry. He took it away from me,” she said. Jack ran to his mother and hugged her tightly. His father walked in and looked at the body. “What are we going to do dad?” “We’re going to survive. We’re a family, we will get through this,” he said. His father handed him another flare. “Let’s move these. They won’t waste any time. Then get ready again.” Jack nodded and obeyed.
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