Run - Flash Fiction

***1000, 500, 50 , 6 Word Versions*** ***Flash Fiction Competition Entry***
Alexandria is a 17 year old girl who lives in a crazy, loud house. Peace and quiet is not an option - until some mysterious people kill half of her family. She has to try and escape with her life as well as protect the remainders of her family. Will she survive?


4. 1000 words

“Alexandria! Food’s on the table!” My grandfather’s scratchy voice called for me.

“Be right there!” I yelled back. I hurried down the first flight of stairs but I slid down the railing on the second one.

“Alex, stop that. You’re going to hurt yourself.” My mom scolded.

“Come on, Cassidy. Let her have some fun.”My grandfather winked at me and I smiled back.

“Fine by me, as long as you pay the bills when she gets hurt.” My mom handed me a plate of bacon and eggs and I seated myself at the long dining table. My step-brother Phillip was already seated at the table, while he scarfed down his food.

“How much can you eat? Isn’t that….what, your third serving?” I asked him.

“So? It’s not like teenagers eat any less.” He retorted.

“But you’re eleven.”  I ruffled his unkempt auburn hair.

“Hey!” he slapped my hand away and I laughed. My step-father Harold walked out of the kitchen and kissed Phillip on the forehead, who proceeded to growl. I rolled my eyes. Harold and my mom had been married for six years, which started three years after my dad died of bone cancer when I was eight. I still missed my real dad, but Harold was okay.

“I’m going to get Jake. He’s probably hungry.” Harold climbed upstairs and came down a few minutes later with a crying baby.

“Shhh, sh, sh.” Harold hushed my half-brother Jacob, who was almost two years old. Water spilled from his bright blue eyes and he flipped a scoop of mashed peas from his toddler spoon into his dark brown hair. Harold tried to settle him down and clean him up with little success.

Somehow, over all the racket, we could still hear the doorbell ring.

“I’ll get it.” My grandfather walked to the door. Phillip and I continued eating while Jake threw his tantrum.

“Cassidy, you might want to come here.” My mom gave my grandfather a curious look but followed him down the hallway and to the door. I stared out the dining room window at our seemingly endless acres of crops. My mom and step-dad raised the three of us on a farm, with my grandfather occasionally helping out. BANG!

My mother ran back down the hallway towards us, “Run!” she screamed. She stared at me for what felt like an eternity, but in reality, it was probably a second. The look in her blue eyes was grave and serious. She fell to the ground as another BANG sounded. Her blonde hair formed a halo around her face as her blue eyes stared blankly at the ceiling. I couldn’t help but stare at the punctured wound in her abdomen as the life slowly faded out of her.

“We have to go!” Harold tugged at my arm and Phillip and I raced upstairs. Harold cradled baby Jake and took one last longing look at his dead wife and ran upstairs. We all rushed into Phillip’s room and locked the door behind us.

“What do we do now? We’re trapped in here! Whoever is shooting will find us eventually!” Phillip threw himself on his bed and tried not to have a panic attack. Harold held Jake as he paced across the room. I looked over at the window in Phillip’s room.

“We could jump.” I said.

“Where?” Harold asked.

“Out the window. We’re only on the second floor. We could make it.” I stared at Harold’s face; dark hair, dark eyes and all, until he knew I was serious.

“Okay. Phillip, you go first. Then Alex, and afterwards, I will toss Jake down to you. Don’t drop him.”

“I know," I sighed, "Then where should we go?”

“To step-grandpa’s hunting stand!” Phillip shouted. He was referring to my grandfather, who was his step-grandfather. He’s dead now. I’ll never see him again. I knew he would die soon, but not like this.

“Fine. Let’s do it.” I went over to the window to open it, when someone started pounding on the door. “Quickly! They’ll break the lock soon! Phillip! We have to leave, now!”

“Wait!” he was searching for something on his desk.

“Phillip. We have to leave. This could cost us our lives.” Harold grabbed his arm just as someone slammed into the door again. This time, cracks appeared in the wood.

“Got it!” Phillip pulled out something that looked like it was made of gold, but I couldn’t be sure what it was.

“Now go!” I ushered Phillip to the window and he jumped. He landed on his feet, but quickly lost his balance and fell over. I jumped next, making sure to bend my knees and then tuck and roll once I landed. I stood up and rushed over to the window, where Harold stood holding Jake. Another loud noise sounded and then BANG! Blood spurted from Harold’s chest and his arms went limp, causing him to drop Jake. I quickly caught him and turned towards Phillip, who stared up at his dead father. A few men appeared in the window and they fired shots towards us.

“Run!” I shook Phillip from his daze and he bolted in the direction of my grandfather’s hunting stand. I looked behind us to see people starting to jump out of the window after us.

I cradled Jake in one arm, who was screaming and crying and I couldn’t help but wonder if he had any idea what was going on. I still couldn’t process it myself. I looked over my shoulder at Phillip, and I could see in his brown eyes that he was scared. And truth be told, so was I. I was all that he had left. He slipped his hand into mine and I gripped Jake in the other. We took one last look behind us and then we sprinted through the cornfields, trying desperately to survive. I didn’t know what was going on, or why it was happening, all I knew was one thing. We needed to run.

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