They moved through the house without incident, using the light from Anita’s phone to guide them. In each new room they entered, they stopped to examine the damage. While the destroyed dolls were by far the worst, Martin often saw Anita shaking her head in disappointment. Well, he figured it was some variation of disappointment or anger. If someone broke into his home and did this much damage he would be furious. Martin unsheathed his Colt .45 and came into his elements just like a cop would.
They passed through the living room and various other rooms before they found the kitchen. As he’d never been particularly wealthy, he’d always been content with his five-room home. 2 bedrooms, a kitchen, a drawing hall and a bathroom was all one needed to lead a good life. He never quite understood the need to have rooms dedicated to singular activities.
They reached the kitchen, Martin was glad to have been right. Once they passed the room with the first window, there had been nothing for them to worry about. He pulled the kitchen curtains wide as they passed, moving toward the stairs that could be seen from where they walked. The easy part was done.
Anita remained roughly in the same position behind him as he moved toward the stairs, taking careful strides up the carpeted steps. Martin was sure that they would creak on the way up, but was impressed by the craftsmanship when they reached the top without making a sound.
They were at the top of the stairs when Martin suddenly saw movement on the other end of the small, open area at the top. Recognizing the threat, he grabbed Anita and threw themselves to the ground, a move that would have worked better on flat ground; they both tumbled back down the stairs with the force of Martin’s movements. The only reason they didn’t, however, was because of Anita’s resistance. Though it saved them a bit of time, it proved to be fatal. She fought against him up until the moment the gunshot rang out through the home, but the fight in her died in that instance. She went limp like a mannequin and allowed Martin to direct her without further complaint.
Martin, on the other hand, didn’t hesitate. The second he secured them both on the ground, he fired in the direction that he’d seen the gun light up. Though it was dark and he couldn’t quite see where he’d shot, Martin’s efforts were rewarded by a grunt of pain when his bullet met his mark. Anita didn’t take the gunfire with such grace and screamed the second she registered the sound of the second bullet. Martin did what he could to protect her and keep her calm. But defeating the enemy was his highest priority.
(To Be Continued Tomorrow…..)
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