Brother: A Narrative Fiction

Chili awoke to a ding-dong. Trying to remember where he was he looked at his watch and saw that it was 3:00 AM! His brain was quickly recalled, he was at his house in Boisterous, NC. It was sunny town, filled with joyful people. He got up only to see that his whole family except his brother was dead! Sobbing, Chili went to call 9-1-1 when a man with a Gingerbread boy mask on busted in. The Ginger man was big and tall and could easily knock Chili out with a swing. Chili dodged the Ginger man’s punch and ran to get his Dad’s shotgun. It was a Remington 870 with the barrel sawed off. Chili slammed the door shut and barricaded it with shelves and his parent’s dresser. The Ginger man was aware Chili might do something like this and he came to Chili’s
A car stopped and Chili hopped in. Chili told the women to take him to 842 Springfield Drive. It was his uncle's house. She asked Chili why he was in such a panic, but Chili was so scared he could not respond. His uncle's house was the only place that Chili knew the Ginger man wouldn’t think to go. It was in the middle of the woods and was isolated from the rest of the world. He also had a collection of rifles and pistols. Chili thought of it like a safe house. Chili threw himself out of the car. He busted right through the front door only to find his uncle, Jerry, was laying there dead, with a knife sunken into his chest. This psycho had murdered Chili’s whole family! Distorted, Chili heard a bang. He had found Chili! Chili hid in a closet. When the man came to the room he was in Chili silenced his breath. The Ginger man walked right in front of the closet. Leaving Chili completely blinded in the dark. Sluggishly, the Ginger man moved away from the closet. Chili let out his breath. The Ginger man was no dummy; he blew open the closet like a tornado. Quick to react, Chili went through the Ginger man’s legs and down the stairs. The Ginger man was moving right with Chili but Chili grabbed the biggest kitchen knife he could find and hide under the kitchen counter. He looked out the window and saw that the only way of transportation was a bike. Not a great option, but that was good enough for Chili. Chili navigated his way through the kitchen and out the door. He hopped on the bike and peddled away into the