Engineered Chance

[Kyle Roberts]

A bit of panic seized him as he struggled to get back on his feet, to prepare for the blow that he knew would come. If he wasn't fast enough then he'd be caught helpless, something his father would be only too happy to take advantage of. He couldn't let that happen, he had to protect Kris. It didn't matter to him whether they killed him, whether they took him back. As along as he knew that his brother as safe, then he could take anything that came his way.

But try as he might, he just wasn't fast enough. He saw his father coming ,knew what was going to happen. It was only because he moved just in time that he avoided the blow to his head that would surely have knocked him unconscious. Instead it slammed into his chest, knocking him to the ground and stealing the breath from his lungs. He lay there wheezing, desperately trying to fill his lungs with enough air to fight back, to survive. Glaring up at the man that called himself his father, he swore that he would see the man dead before he went into the light.

He didn't have to wait long. As he glared up at him, nothing but pure hatred in his eyes, the man's head exploded, or near enough to it. He stared in shock, completely stunned. At first he didn't know what had happened, it was several moments before he recognized the ringing in his ears. When he did his eyes swung to Sarah, just as she turned to hold the pistol on their mother.

Kyle didn't know what to think, he couldn't move, speak, or even think. Never in all of his life could he have imagined such a thing. Not from Sarah at least. She's always been the one to suck up to their parents, to let him a nd Kris be abused and exploited. Never had she ever shown any sign that she harbored any ill feelings toward them, and to night she'd clearly evidenced that she held her brothers in nothing short of loathing. Part of his shock was also from the big brother instinct of not believing his little sister to be capable of such a thing. Whatever the cause for his shock he was paralyzed, which meant that Kris was momentarily on his own.

[Kristopher Roberts]

Kristopher took the chance and took the gun from his mother and smacked it into her skull, then he quickly scrambled up and away from her, crawling on his hands and knees for a moment and then he was on his feet. Rifle in hand, he ran to his brother. He didn't care that his fathers head was now splattered across the lawn or that his mother was in shock nor the fact that his sister had a gun.

He got to his brother quickly, dark hair clang to the side of his face, curls forming. He grabbed his brother by the arm and shook him violently. "Kyle! Kyle!" He yelled at his brother, trying to snap him out of the gaze. Unlike Kyle, Kristopher could careless that his sister might actually care for them or was trying to prove something. To him, she was nothing, she wasn't his sister, she wasn't anything to him but a danger.

Then, he pulled his brother by the arm, trying to get him to move. "Kyle, we got to go." said the younger sibling as he looked frightened as hell but also very serious on this matter. Grunting he pulled his brother roughly, trying to get him to move towards the woods.

"Let's go!"