The young lad barely dared to breath as his enemy paced past the place where he was hiding. He could not afford to be caught—not now. Nothing they could do to him would ever make him submit to their will. It was a hard battle, and a dangerous one, but the lad was brave. He would never give in.
The boy scrunched deeper into his hiding place as another one of his enemies walked past his hiding place. As the lad looked up warily at his enemy, he saw something in the figures' hands that made his heart stop.
A nerf gun.
“Teddy!” His enemy roared. “Come unload the silverware, or I’ll use this thing on you!”
It was Timothy speaking, his most fearsome and intimidating enemy of all, even more intimidating than Sarah Williams, his Mother.
As Teddy thought these words, his heartless brother pulled some nerf bullets out of his short’s pocket and loaded the nerf gun.
“This is the one that shoots more than one bullet at once!” Timothy shouted, a cruel smirk on his face.
Teddy gazed in fright. Not the double-shooting-semi-automatic-nerf-gun! Anything but that! Did they have no mercy in their hearts?
Suddenly, his Mother stepped into the living room. “Teddy, I’m tired of going over this with you. Come unload the silverware.”
Timothy grimaced at the words, and began aiming the deadly gun around the room, making Teddy gasp.
“I heard something,” Timothy said suddenly. “It sounded like a gasp of terror.”
The not-so-innocent lad shrinked backwards as his elder brother took a step towards The Great Chair of Grandpas’ that dated all the way back to 1987. Timothy took another step, and another, until he was standing right in front of the chair.
Teddy made a break for it. He pulled himself out from under the chair, covered in dust bunnies and desperate to escape. He managed to leap to his feet and had taken five steps toward freedom in the garage when Timothy caught him by the back of the shirt. Teddy was yanked around to face the two people, one a slender woman in her thirties wearing slacks and a nice shirt, the other, a boy of fifteen, decked out in Under Armor clothes and hightops.
Neither face had an ounce of grace or mercy.
They were terrifying.
“Heartless fiends!” Teddy gasped, putting his hand to his head in fright.
“For the last time, stop pretending to be Robin Hood,” Timothy said, unmoved.
“Come into the kitchen, Teddy,” his Mother said sternly.
Heartbroken, and the threat of the nerf gun ever-present, Teddy trudged into the kitchen. Stopping in front of the counter, he looked up at the shimmering clean utensils waiting to be put into their drawers.
“Whhhhyyyyyyyyy?” He wailed, covering his eyes with his hands and falling to the ground in utter despair.
So was the tale of the silverware.
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