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MrsExplorer:
Immediately the door opened i heard someone's voice, i think he was trying to beg, then the sound of gunshots then silence, this was followed by the sound of a child crying. I know the voice, its Jide's, he is about David's age mate.

I thought of what would become of me or my kids if something was to happen to either of us. I kept dialling the security guards number, it was ringing but still wasn't picking.

I stared at my kids, i loved them, there were brave and doing their best to be quite, my wife was still mumbling her prayers. I have never really believed in the existence of God but at this moment, i am not sure i have much choice. If he was there, if he is there, he should please save my family.

I could hear the sound of the shooter's footstep walking up and down the passage way, taunting us, tormenting us, Jide was still crying, the shooter must have left him alone, maybe to torment us even more. The sound of his footsteps echoed in my heart, each step he took caused my heart to pound even more and then his voice, his voice, i am not sure i would ever forget that sneering laugh and its croaky nature.

Suddenly, something slammed the door leading to our palour, my wife led out a muffled scream while i tried with desperation to cover the mouth of my two daughter as they burst into franctic wails. In our fear, David was the odd one, his gaze was locked on the door, as if seeing through it and he kept mumbling

He is coming, he is coming, he is coming

Another slam, then the door knob began to shake and rattle, the shooter was trying to get in. I knew if he kept pushing, the door wouldn't hold any much longer. I needed to save my family, i have to save my family.

I looked around, darting my eyes across the room looking for something, a means of escape, a weapon, anything. I stared at the window, it had a burglary proof and if i could just pull it away, it would be our means of escape.

If you believe you are weak, wait till you feel the hot taste of adrenaline fill your mouth till it tickles your finger when you are in the face of danger.

I directed my family away from the window, wrapped my fist with a big blanket, grabbed one of the small stool in the bedroom and threw it at the window glass. It really didnt make the impact i wanted as the metal proof blocked the stool.

The door rattled again. It wouldnt hold any much longer. Quickly i ran to the parlour, my legs almost giving way from my shaking. I dragged one of the parlour chairs and placed it in front of the wall, using it as a wedge. It wouldnt hold the door for long, it would delay the intruder while i firgured what to do.

The shooter must have heard me move.

"There is no way you would escape this" he said while still pounding the door.

"Go to hell" I replied. i don't know why i said that but i figured if i'll be dying, i would rather die fighting than whining like a coward.


I ran back to the bedroom, grabbed an hammer and as forcefully as i could i began to hit the spots that held the burglary proof to the wall, thankfull the wall was not very strong.

My curse must have gooten the shooter furious as he decided to stop playing around. He gave one loud single push and i new immediaely that the door would give way soon.

I pried the metal proof open and began to break the glasses as quickly as i could. Quickly i led my two daughters through the window. I heard the door bulge, and then the scrapping of a chair on the floor. He was pushing the door open. my wife followed suit, one leg outside the window and then a shot.

I froze for a fraction of a second, feared for the worst, he must have missed. I pushed my wife off the window not caring how she landed but as i reached for David, he was no longer beside me.

I turned just in time to see him walking across the room towards the shooter, everything seem to slow down.

I watched as the shooter lifted his gun, pointed it at David and.....,

I covered the distance between me and david in two impossible steps, dived and grabbed David in the process, rolling on the floor even as the shooter squeezed the trigger.

Two shots were fired and then click, click, empty shot. The shooter cursed. He must have lost count of how many bullets he had left.

He reached into his right pocket, there was another gun there, a smaller one. i could see its shape as it materialized.

Quickly i reached for the shooter like a charging bull, i flunged my self at him, using my weight and the element of surprise as an advantage, my shoulder coming in contact with his rib in a force that sent us both sprawling to the ground,

but he was stronger and more fierce, before i could react he was already ontop of me with series of punchies, i tried to wrestle from under him but the pin was too tight and the punches were leaving me dazed.

I heard David call my name and that was just about all i needed. With all the strength i could muster i arched my body so i could escape from his grip, planted my teeth on his thighs and bite as hard as i could. I heard him scream but i didnt let go, i could feel the first flow of his blood as it dropped in my mouth.

He twisted away, grabbed hold of a cord and wrunged it round my neck in a very tight grip, i tried to escape but i couldnt, the cord cutting of my supply of oxygen, i kicked, punched and with each struggle i felt weaker, i was dieing.

Then i started to beg, tears falling for my eyes. I heard the monster laugh.

I was getting close to my last breath, i stretched my hand to reach something, to hang on to anything, i couldn't. The moment leading to death is the most troubling moment, you see you whole life flash right infront of your eyes. And soon you just accept the fact that you ll be dieing anymoent from now.

My last thought were those of my family, what would become of them.

I begged.

A shot! From somehwere behind me. I watched as the shooter fell, his brain matter splattered on the wall in front of me.

I gasped for air taking in as much as i could. I turned and before i collapsed, i saw the person who had made the shot.

it was david, a gun in his hand. Shaking!