It was the dead of the night. Everyone In the town had been brutally murdered except for the six women who had somehow escaped. One of those women was me.
We had reached a deserted small town and took cover in a small old barber shop. All of us huddled in; a few girls were gasping for air and making quiet squeals, hugging each other for comfort. I had fell silent and watched the door, there was no lock on the door which made me and the other girls frightened, that thought came into my mind that no doubt about it we were all going to die.
I tried my hardest to get the girls settled. We had been running for a long while and we had gotten no sleep or rest, we were all very exhausted. We were not running from a group of mad killers, only a man on a horse. He had sent other men to kill off the whole town but he had his full attention on us. The only girl I could remember well was the blonde hair blue eyed girl, she was about my age and very pretty, I watched her as she started to catch her breath. She was shivering in fear and her eyes, like mine, were fixed on that door, waiting for the man to come in any second, waiting for our death.
As much as I hated to think about it, I knew that the end of our lives was near. We all then heard the sound of a horse galloping closer and closer to our abandoned shop. Immediately we were all struck with fear. It was that same black horse the man is riding and he knew we were all in here. There were a couple dirty windows in this barber shop that we could all barely see out of, we could only see the horse every time it passed by, the horse was circling the shop, the man knew we were in here it was as if he was either trying to scare us out or deciding how many of us were in here.
I began to think of something that could get us out of here safely, I wanted to make a plan but there was no time. All the girls were whispering very softly and making almost silent weeps. I whispered to them “We have to be as quiet as we can, he knows we are in here, he wants us to be scared, he wants us to run out but no matter how scared you may be, do not run out of here do not scream. There are a few old rusty barber knives and other tools on the wall, “everyone grab one and keep it where the man will not be able to see it. We may die but don’t let us die like this, don’t make it easy you will all fight at least.” That’s all I felt that I could say at the moment. All the girls understood and grabbed a knife. As the horse circled, all the other girls grew tense they began to circle around in fear, their feet made noises on the old wood and made it creak. I told them to stop because he will know that we are afraid and that will only make him go on for longer. The girls settled down in a corner in the way back of the shop. The blonde girl and I were in the back also but we did not go in the corner, I had no one on my left.
I begin to think who the man would kill first when he decided to make his attack, I was almost sure it would be me, I was in the open. The light of the moon barely shone in through the window that was right behind me, I started to see the shadow of the horse slowly pass by, and soon that man would be at the door. I looked over at the blonde girl, there were tears coming from her eyes, she looked like she was stone cold dead.
The sound of the horse came to the front of the door then we could hear nothing but our still breathing.
The door then burst open from the horse kicking on it, the man hopped off the horse and stood in the doorway. He studied our faces, starting with mine. He moved his eyes to each girl. He was probably looking for the most confident and the most scared girl.
He stared at the girl who was in the corner; he slowly pulled what looked like a dart out of a sling on his back. The needle at the end was long, looking at it made the girl shake and cry, she knew she was the one who was going to die first. I felt so scared for her it made me want to cry it made me sick. The man pulled his arm back and with a swift flick of his wrist, sent the dart straight to her heart. The girl gasped and slumped over.
The man looked straight at me as soon as the dart hit the girl. This was the first time I actually saw what he looked like. He was wearing a black cowboy hat, his face was stiff and full he had stubble around his dirty face, his eyes were cold blue almost gray, they were filled with nothing but hate. I begin to feel uneasy, I started to clench my hand harder around the rusted knife I was holding and I rubbed my thumb along the ridged edges. He saw that I was doing something and he pulled his hand back to reach for another dart, this is when I knew I was next. I slowly set down the knife and put my knees up to my chest I wrapped my arms around my knees and pulled them closer to protect my chest if he were to throw the dart. He saw that I did this and slowly put the dart back. He then pulls out a large knife and begins to walk toward me.
As he slowly approached me, I begin to sob, “Leave us alone, please. Please don’t hurt me just let us leave.” He didn’t say a word, he slashed both my arms quickly with his knife, I yelped and took my arms away from my knees. He walked back to the door and stared at me I cradled my head in my knees, still protecting my chest. He pulled his black coat open and reached for a blade he had in his inside pocket. He walked up to me once again, put his hand on my chin to pull my head up then, quickly, he slashed my throat with the blade and I closed my eyes and put my head on the blond girl’s shoulder, I tried my hardest to look as if I was dead. I then felt something sharp plunge into my right eye.
The dream was not over and I was not dead. I opened my eyes to see the four girls, They were all alive. I rubbed my hand on my neck to see if all of this had really happened, I felt the blood and the slit. It did happen but how was I still alive? One of the girls sat by me with a towel and a bowl of water, she dunked the towel in the bowl and slowly rubbed the blood off my neck. “What happened? Where is the man?” I asked. The girl looked into my eyes and said “Dead, we killed him. We thought you were dead. After he attacked you one of us that was closest to the door ran over to the man and stabbed him in the neck with one of our knives. We all got up and did our part, the blond girl next to you threw your knife and hers at the man stabbing him in the leg and the side. One of the other girls grabbed a gun from out of a bag on the horses back she walked up to the man who was now helplessly laying on the floor, she closed her eyes and shot him in the head, her screams were as loud as the shot if not, louder. I saw that you were still breathing but I wasn’t too sure if you were going to make it, the other girl who had been hit with one of the darts died immediately. The dart was filled with poison and the guy who had thrown it at her was very skilled with getting it to reach her heart. The dart that had hit your eye did not penetrate deep enough to harm you too much and in fact it barely missed your eyeball you could call yourself lucky because the dart had no poison in it. The slash on your neck isn’t too serious either it’s more of a scratch than anything but there is always the chance it could be infected.” I didn’t say anything. I looked around and figured they had taken me to the back room of an andoned saloon. I looked over and saw the blonde girl sitting down, petting a white cat that lay in her lap sleeping. Then I woke up.
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