Foxie
Bernard took the stairs two at a time as he rushed down to the sitting room where his beautiful wife, Elohor, waited for him. Their six months old baby, Jasmine, was cradled in her mother's arms. They were already late for their scheduled visit to his wife’s family house.
As he galloped down the stairs, he could not hear any sound from the sitting room. He slowed down and as soon as he entered the sitting room, he stopped dead in his tracks. The gruesome picture before him left him paralyzed.
Just beside the door, his beautiful wife, Elohor, laid in a pool of her own blood. Three bullet wounds graced her chest. One of the bullets had sunk into her left eye and white mucous dribbled down her cheek. Grey matter from her brain seeped to the ground from the hole where the bullet escaped through the back of her head.
Still motherly even in death, Elohor cradled her daughter whose left shoulder was split open from the force of the bullet that ripped into her. Blood mixed with body fluids flowed from her stomach and chest. And her tiny baby skull was split open by the bullet that hit her from close range. Mother and child looked like a picture from a horror movie.
As Bernard stood transfixed, three successive claps brought him back to reality. Then the killer stepped out from behind the fridge. Bernard made no attempt to move away from the towering killer. He just stood there, ready for his inevitable fate. The killer moved within three feet of Vinson with the gun trained on him.
He spoke in a husky voice, "this is a message from The Boss. Never leave the brotherhood." As he cocked his gun, he asked, "any last words, Foxie?"
The use of his former nickname seemed to have an effect on Bernard. He shook his head, went on his knees and prayed, "Our Father, who art in heaven..."
The killer fired his gun without missing. The bullet sunk into Bernard’s chest. 4 more bullets and he lay dead, his blood spilling on the immaculately white rug.
The killer pulled his body beside the rest of his family. And they lay together in most ironic family pose ever.