Chapter 2 - Richard Points His Gun At The Terrified Mourners
The pristine white lilies adorning the chapel floor trembled as the heavy gold-plated barrel of Richard’s handgun swept across the terrified crowd.
Mourners shrieked in absolute terror, diving behind velvet-draped pews and overturning floral stands in their desperate scramble for safety.
“Back up right now or I swear to God I will empty this clip into the first person who moves!” Richard roared.
His face was contorted into a mask of pure, unadulterated panic, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the weapon's steel handle.
Ethan stood his ground directly beside the splintered coffin, ignoring the weapon pointed dangerously close to his own chest.
Through the jagged opening in the wood, he could see his mother’s wide, terrified eyes staring back at him through her tears.
“You’re a monster, Richard!” Ethan screamed, his youthful voice cracking with raw fury and adrenaline.
Richard’s gaze flickered toward the boy for a fraction of a second, his finger tightening against the hair-trigger of the firearm.
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“Shut your mouth, you little bastard, or I’ll finish what I started!” Richard threatened, stepping closer to the casket.
The heavy chapel doors remained shut tight, trapping everyone inside a nightmare masquerading as a peaceful suburban funeral service.
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