Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25095856-20140626062947

 already told you about Anton, my uncle. He liked to hunt and kill children for fun. I thought he was going to die when he received the death penalty, but my parents didn't let me go to the execution. He was still alive. He gave a shit-load of money to the judge I think and received 50 years of prison. He evaded after after 2. His cell was on the second floor. He broke the roof and got off it with a rope made of bed sheets. His wife came and payed the guards to let him out. He then went into a forest and started heading to Bucharest(my old town). We moved as far as we could from the penitenciary. Two weeks after he escaped we hear about a mass murder. A whole family was massacrated with a hand made bomb. Anton taught me how to make bombs. The family lived in our old house. He did't even get in the house. He just threw the bomb in. I found out why I defeated him that easily. He had diabetes and forgot to take his medicine. He was weak. Dad started teaching me how to use a gun and how to fight. We bought a dog trained to attack burglars. We did everything we could to keep that motherfucker away. But he came. I was upstairs, in my room when I heard the dog bark, a gunshot and the door being blown off. Two more gunshots and a bang. Soft beeps from the security phone. One more gunshot. The receptionist from BGS answers. I hear mom's voice saying it's a false alarm. We had a false alarm last week. The sick fuck tapped our phone. I take my baseball bat, dad's gun, a flaslight, a lighter and some spray. The pepper spay was downstairs. I lock the room. My brothers room had a seif for hiding in behind a painting. We had a friend that made it specially for us. It was connected to the ventilation system so he could breath. In my room there was a small door to a room where I could hide.Suddenly, the lights were out. Our house wasn't a safe castle anymore. Revision: gun, lighter, spray, flashlight,... where is the bat?!Shit, I forgot it. I heard him go up the stairs. One, two, three.... ten, eleven. He went up fast. Next I heard the door to my brothers room being hit. He was safe. I wasn't. I heard his door slam open with a bang. All kinds of things were being thrown around. Then I heard another bang. He tried to open my door. Ten seconds later he slammed it open. While throwing everything around the room he saw the hatch. I heard the bat fell of the bed. I heard it hitting the wall. he made himself an opening. I closed my eyes in fear and started to shoot. I heard moans. A couple seconds later I was without defence. "Look into my fucking eyes kid. Look what have you done!" He opened his pants and showed me a huge scar. He had a fresh gunshot in the shoulder and on the left arm. "You're fucked, kid!" he said. He lifted gun and I closed my eyes. I heard a bang, a gunshot a moan and a spray. Unbearable pain hit my arm. The fuck was down. My brother was above him with pepper spray in hand.  