“You’re dead, you fuck.”
Mars calmly pulled the girl in front of him, blocking Dennis’s aim. Dennis saw the knife and the growing bloodstain on Mars’s left shoulder.
Mars smiled at Dennis with wide-eyed innocence.
“What’s wrong, dude? What are you so pissed off about?”
Dennis could see the terror on the girl’s face, her eyes swollen and red. She managed a word.
“Please.”
Dennis raised his gun. He didn’t want to shoot past her, but he wanted that fucker Mars square between the eyes. He wanted to make Mars scream.
“This fuck killed Kevin. He cut his damned throat. There’s blood everywhere.”
Like he needed her absolution.
The girl closed her eyes and cried harder.
Dennis should have been ready, but he wasn’t. He should have pulled the trigger, but he didn’t.
And then it was too late.
Mars lifted the girl by the neck and rushed forward, charging Dennis, crossing the short space in no time at all. Dennis hesitated only a heartbeat because he didn’t want to shoot the girl, but that was too long. The girl crashed into him, the full force of Mars’s weight behind her, knocking Dennis backward into the hall. Then the girl was cast aside, Mars was on top of him, and Dennis saw a glint off the knife as it came down.
THOMAS
Rational thought was beyond him; he was filled with a suffocating fear that drove him to run, to get out, to move. Thomas did not know that he screamed. He slipped in the blood, falling hard into the red pool, then slipped again as he climbed onto the washer. He clambered up into the crawl space, cutting his hands and knees as he scrambled across the rafters. He couldn’t move fast enough, once banging his head so hard that he saw bright flashes. He had the gun now. He could save himself. His only thought was to reach Jennifer. The two of them would run downstairs and out the door, and neither Mars nor Dennis could stop them. He had the gun!
Thomas heard Jennifer’s door crash open as he squeezed through the hatch into her closet. He froze, listening, and heard voices. Dennis was shouting at Mars. Mars was holding Jennifer as Dennis faced him, shouting that Mars had cut Kevin’s throat. Thomas drew the gun from his pants, big and heavy and awkward, but he didn’t know what to do. Dennis had a gun, too!
Then Mars pushed Jennifer into Dennis, and all three of them sprawled into the hall. Thomas crept into the room. Mars grunted like a pig when it eats, drool streaming from his mouth as he stabbed Dennis over and over. Jennifer was crawling away, splattered with blood.
“Jen! C’mon!”
Thomas darted past Mars into the hall, and grabbed Jennifer’s arm. He pulled her toward the stair.
“Run!”
The two of them stumbled away as Mars heaved to his feet. His eyes were wild and darting. He was bigger, stronger, faster; Thomas knew that he would catch them.
Thomas whirled around and jerked up the pistol with both hands.
“I’ll shoot you!”
Mars stopped. He was streaked with blood, and breathing hard. Blood dripped from his face. Even more blood painted the walls and floor. Dennis bubbled like a fountain and moaned.
The pistol was heavy and hard to hold. It wobbled, even though Thomas held it with both hands. Jennifer pulled at his shoulder, her voice a frightened whisper.
“Keep going. Let’s get out of here.”
They backed away, Thomas trying to hold the gun steady.
Mars walked after them, matching them step for step.
Thomas pushed the gun at him.
“Stay away! I’ll shoot you!”
Mars spread his arms as if to embrace them. He continued walking.
“Remember what I told you when I tied you to your bed?”
Thomas remembered: I’m going to eat your heart.
They reached the landing. Jennifer started down the stairs.
Mars walked faster.
“I’m going to cut out your heart. But I’m going to cut out your sister’s heart first, so you can watch.”
“Stay away!”
Fear amped through Thomas like electric current. His body shook with it, and his bladder let go. He didn’t want to shoot; he was scared to shoot, scared that it would be wrong even though he feared for his life, scared that he would be punished for it and would burn in hell and branded a bad person who had made a terrible awful mistake, but Mars came on and he was too scared not to shoot, too scared of that awful knife and the blood that dripped and ran over everything and that Mars really would do it, would cut out his heart, and Jennifer’s, and eat them both.
Thomas pulled the trigger.
Click!
Mars stopped, frozen at the sharp sound.
Click!
The gun didn’t fire.
All the things that his father had showed him at the pistol range came flooding back. He gripped the slide hard and pulled back to load a bullet into the chamber, but the slide locked open and did not close. Thomas glanced down into the open action. The magazine was empty. The pistol was unloaded. There were no bullets. There were no bullets!
When Thomas looked up again, Mars smiled.
“Welcome to my nightmare.”
Jennifer screamed, “Run!”
Thomas threw the gun at Mars and ran, following Jennifer down the stairs. The air was thick with the smell of gasoline and vomit. Jennifer reached the front door first, and clawed at the handle, but the door would not open.
“Open it!”
“The deadbolt is locked! Where’s the key?”
The key wasn’t in the lock. Thomas knew with certain dread that it was probably upstairs in Dennis’s bloody pocket.
Mars pounded down the stairs, closing the ground between them. He would be on them in seconds. They would never reach the French doors or garage before he caught them.
Jennifer grabbed his arm and pulled.
“This way! Run!”
She pulled him toward their parents’ room. Thomas realized that she was taking him to the safest place in the house, but Mars was getting closer, off the stairs now and out of the entry and right behind them.
Thomas raced after his sister down the hall, through their parents’ bedroom, and into the security room. They slammed the steel door and threw the bolt in the same moment that Mars crashed into the other side of the door.
The world was silent.
Thomas and Jennifer held each other, shaking and scared. All that Thomas could hear was his own heavying breath.
Then Mars pounded on the door; slow, rhythmic thuds that echoed through the tiny room … boom … boom … boom.
Jennifer squeezed Thomas, whispering.
“Don’t move. He can’t reach us in here.”
“I know.”
“We’re safe.”
“Shut up!”
His father had told him that the door could stop anything.
The pounding stopped.
Mars cupped his hands to the door and shouted to make himself heard. His muffled voice came through the steel.
“You’re bad. You’re bad. You’re bad. Now I’m going to punish you.”
Mars hit the door once more, then walked out of the room.
Thomas remembered the cell phone.
He clawed it out of his pocket, and turned it on.
The cell phone chimed as it came to life.
“Thomas! Look!”
Jennifer was watching Mars on the monitors. He was in the entry by the front door. He picked up the two containers of gasoline, then walked through the house splashing gasoline on the walls. He smiled as he worked.
Jennifer said, “Ohmigod, he’s going to burn us.”
The cell phone chimed again, and Thomas glanced at the display. The battery indicator flickered.
The cell phone was going dead.