The Missing Gun

Two teen twins are home alone and find out that their father's gun is missing.

The Missing Gun

 

 

        “Annabelle!” I yelled loudly, “Did Dad take the gun out again?!”

        I heard Annabelle's feet clomp noisily up the stairs. “I haven't seen it,” she panted, weary from her long journey up the stairs to the attic.

        “Are you sure? 'Cause I don't see it!” I crossed my arms. “ You were the one who helped dad pack.”

        “I'm absolutely, 100 percent, with every fiber of my being positive.” Annabelle smiled at herself. I have such a dorky twin sister.

        “How charming," I said flatly, rolling my eyes.

        “Don't worry about the gun, sis. I'm sure Dad just hid it somewhere else.” Annabelle waved her hands around carelessly. “Que sera sera!”

        “Don't go all 'Espanol' on me, Senorita Annadork.”

        “Well, don't go all attitude issues on me Ja- Jam-J-Jam-ie-” Annabelle struggled to come up with a good name insult.

        I suddenly felt an odd chill creep up my spine. I shivered for a moment, then looked around me. Nothing. “ C'mon, Annabelle. This place is giving me the creeps.” I took Annabelle's wrist and pulled her to the door.

        “Just because Mom and Dad aren't home doesn't mean you can scare me.” Annabelle stared intently at me.

        “Don't worry. I'm just feeling a bit jittery.” That was a lie. I was feeling a LOT jittery. I quickly headed downstairs, dragging Annabelle behind me.

        “WHUMP!!” We heard the loud noise come from the attic. The floor we just exited from.

        “What the-?!” Annabelle spun around and headed toward the steps. I grabbed her wrist with both hands. “Jamie...?” Annabelle said quietly.

        “Stay here, “I whispered weakly.

        “Jamie...?” Annabelle said, confused, “ Don't you wanna explore? You're usually the one racing to the danger, and I'm sobbing under my bed.”

        I whispered, “Stay here. On this floor. With me.”

        “Jamie... are you scared?” Annabelle asked . “That's unnatural for you.” My face became pale, and my feet felt unsteady. My vision was beginning to get blurry. Was this how drunk people felt? If it was, I really didn't like it. “Jamie...?” Annabelle repeated. I nodded my head slowly.

        “Let's hide.” I tugged at her wrist.

        “Why?” Annabelle asked quietly.

        “CRASHHH!!!” The sound came from the attic.

        “Never mind!” Annabelle and I quickly hid in the laundry room. She hid in the washer, and I hid in the dryer. Hide and seek comes in handy at times like this. I quietly breathed, only hearing the sound of my rapid heartbeat. Then the horror began.

        A gunshot rang through the hall, and my mind began to race. Would we die here? I heard Annabelle whimpering quietly. Thoughts of death passed through my subconscious. I thanked God for my short fourteen years of life. At least Mom and Dad weren't here. They were protected. The gun!!! It was Dad's! That's why the room was giving me the chills, I suddenly realized.

        “Where are those brats?” A gruffy man's voice said. Oh no. He was looking for us. Panic took control over me. Tears gushed down my cheeks, and my heart kept exploding out of my chest. Another gunshot rang through the kitchen.

        I heard Annabelle whisper, “I love you Jamie.”

        “I love you too, Annabelle,” I whispered in response.

        A third gunshot was heard in our parents bedroom. “Come out right now!” the man said angrily. Three gunshots. How many bullets does Dad's gun hold again? I know this! A fourth bullet was fired. Think, Jamie, think!!! I heard a loud thump come from the washer. “Annabelle!” I hissed quietly. No answer. She must have fainted. I was on my own now.

        “Here you are. Lousy twerps,” the man mumbled, apparently ticked off. Five bullets! I finally remembered, That means there's only one more! Dad never keeps extra bullets in his case. We were going to be safer if he fired the last bullet. Fire the last bullet, dang it! I thought, cursing in my head.

        “Found you.”I heard the man's voice. It was really, really close. Oh my God. He's here. In this messy laundry room. With a murderous intent. He approached the washer. No, Annabelle! She wouldn't stand a chance, being unconscious and all. He opened the washer and laughed. I heard him place his hand on the trigger.

        In that split second, I burst out the dryer, pulled on his legs, and grasped his arm, causing him to shoot the last bullet through the ceiling.

        “Die, you stupid brat!” The man yelled as he pointed the gun at my forehead. He clicked the trigger once. Then twice. Nothing happened. I had the upper hand now. I smiled as I kicked the man in many, many places. Being on the soccer team helps.

        “Die, you stupid old man,” I quoted him with my personal twist. He was bright red and furious. He grabbed my neck and dragged me into the kitchen. He kept looking through the kitchen, but I knew what he was searching for. A knife, to kill me with, in order to keep me silent. Everything was beginning to get blurry and made me feel dizzy.

        “Nobody touches my sister inappropriately and gets away with it!!!” I heard Anabelle scream as she smashed Mom's best-and heaviest- china on the man's head. He fell to the ground with a loud thump.

        “You knocked him out,” I said in a raspy voice, still not fully recovered.

        “Jamie!!!” Annabelle cried, “You're okay!” She hugged me, but only for a brief moment.. I took the phone off the counter and called the police. They arrived rather quickly.

        “This is the thief that keeps robbing and killing people around in this state!” The officer exclaimed, “ Did he hurt you two?!”

        I rubbed my neck gently and said, “Nah, I'm fine.”

        Annabelle bit her nail. “I'm okay too.”

        The gruffy man sat in the back of the police car, handcuffed and surrounded by two other officers. I walked up to the window and said to the man who tried to kill me, “You have just been beaten by two teenagers. Have fun rotting in jail, sucker!” They closed the window, and I heard the man screaming. I laughed and waved as the police cars drove away.

 

Author's Note

This was my English assignment....and yea, I got an 'A' on it! Yippee! Please comment! Positive and negative comments are highly appreciated!

Reviews

[Marth47]

Good story. I was pretty into it. You describe the emotion of the two girls quite well.

[Cassie Meno]

I think that if you would have added a motive and how the thief knew that the two kids were there the story line could have been a lot better.
the suspence was good though.
Congrats on the A

[Ela]

The man isn't described because the girls can't see him at first. At the end, I really wanted the reader to visiualize what this man really looked like. Go crazy, you know?

[Annie]

I think this is absolutely amazing! You have real talent! I am, however, wondering what the killer looked like. Did he have a scruffy beard? And it's need a little more color, in my opinion. But excellent! Marvelous. I'll keep reading your material. Have a nice day. ;)

[Lily1111]

I think you did a wonderful job with this story. You kept the story interesting with good dialogue and it moved along brisky through to the end. I really liked the way you portrayed the fear of the subject with the line: "I quietly breathed, only hearing the sound of my rapid heartbeat. Then the horror began.", so that the reader could feel it too. This was a very creative story that I truly enjoyed reading. Keep up the good work.

[Ela]

I kind of like this story... It isn't my best though! I have to get typing...sigh...my stories take forever to write, and that was the only one that was already typed...maaaan....

[O.J.]

It's a good style of writing but your story is rather unrealistic I might say.
, "You have just been beaten by two teenagers. Have fun rotting in jail, sucker!" - well, ya really didn't need that part.... It's kinda childish.
Well, I'll forgive you, you are, after all an anime fan....
Just keep writing!

OctoberJoy