The Prey

The guards around us hit the ground one by one. Three to be exact ad as far as my mind could process, there were only six remaining, still a number. Now that everyone was here, I wondered where Ralph was.

“Fucking drop the gun!” My father roared as he pressed the gun harder against my temple.

But I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the montage before me. A macabre chessboard of shattered loyalties and desperate bargains.

Judas once again pointed his gun at my father’s chest who was visibly shaking. He clutched his own weapon, aimed squarely at my head with both hands this time as if...