“Ok, I believe you. Whatever you say.”
“He taught me to grow like him. To be a man. To live beyond this life and take life as my own.”
“You’re scaring me dude.”
“You should be,” Patrick said, smiling now. “You’ll be my first.”
Luke felt the world slip from his grasp. He knew in his heart that he was going to die. The room seemed too bright, and the TV too loud, and he couldn’t seem to make himself move. The eye of the gun hypnotized him and he waited for the blast, knowing it would be quick. When it came, he was surprised how little he felt.
Then he watched a bright red spot bloom on Patrick’s chest and his eyes roll back into his head as he sagged to the floor. Turning, he saw Ellie standing at the bottom of the stairs, the gun wavering in her hand, tears streaming down her face as she slumped to the step, dropping the gun to the floor where it lay smoking in front of her.
He went to her and took her in his arms, rocking her there as she clung to him, sobbing.