My heart was in my mouth.
The living room was a
sea of darkness, with brief lights from the television illuminating the room. I
felt a sense of fear running through my spine. My heart palpitated with immense
excitement as I watched the horror movie. Screams of agonizing pain and
terrifying noises reverberated through my house. I was watching a horror movie
entitled “Evil Dead”. Its special effects were tremendously amazing. I was so
deeply engrossed that the buzzing of the streets, which sounded like humming
flies failed to distract me.
Then, the real horror
started.
Out of the blue, the
television was mysteriously switched off and the entire living room was plunged
into suffocating darkness, pitch dark. My eyes were bulging like an owl, with
one moment sitting on the sofa and panic engulfing me. The next moment, a hand
covered my mouth.
I tried to yell for
help but whatever pleas of help were muffled. It was only then that my eyes
grew accustomed to the darkness. The person’s iron grip on me rendered me
unable to move except for a slight crane of my neck, which allowed me to catch
a glance of a masked person. Terrified, I sat glued, scared out of my wits.
A second masked man
stormed into the living room like a stormtrooper. The slit portion of his mask
revealed his cold hazelnut brown eyes, which raked my living room. They showed
no mercy, only flashing pure evil. All his movements were large and perfectly
balanced, like those of a wild animal. Appearing in my living room, he seemed
like a wild animal held up in a cage too small for it.
Could it be the
reason? Could it be because of me telling my hacking skills to Uncle Joe?
I was no hacker
though during my childhood, I had been capable of hacking into the
neighbourhood bank. Revealing such information like this to Uncle Joe seemed
very much stupid at that juncture. But even so, Uncle Joe was very kind and …
The first masked
person removed his mask and I was staring into the eyes of Uncle Joe.
A pang of shock
filled me. How could it be Uncle Joe? Was I dreaming? Blinking my eyes, I
gasped. It was really him – the wolf in sheep’s clothing. How could be betray
me like that? Why? How?
For a fleeting
moment, I though I saw an expression in Uncle Joe’s eyes. Regret was written
all over his face. Why had he resorted to kidnapping me? Donning his mask
hastily, he barked like an army commander an order for me to get out. Like an
obedient student, I walked out. However, in doing so, I activated a device in
my watch, which could alert the police of the ongoing situation. Surely, Uncle
Joe and the other masked person would not notice the device, surely …
“Come on, do you want
me to kill you? Miss your mummy? Get a grip! By the way, hurry up, please?” the
second masked man said in a sarcastic tone. Uncle Joe just stood at the side. I
could sense his face being drawn with tension though it was covered.
As I increased my
pace, I prayed for Divine Intervention. Trying to keep a straight face although
the second masked man was pointing his Swiss Army knife at me, I debated on
what I should do. Should I struggle, or try to make a run for it?
The ever familiar
wailing sound rang and with that flashing red and blue lights caught my eye.
Finally, jolting me out of my thoughts, the police had arrived. My heart sang
with jubilant joy.
As the policemen got
out of their cars, the second masked person put his knife around my beck, and
hissed, “If you take out your guns, I shall kill him.” I could feel the cold
purple blood thundering in my ears and smell the metallic smell of blood. The
knife must have slightly slit my throat. There was no escape, no hope left –
that was my last thought before my terror-laden eyelids fell into hapless
resignation.
Just then, the masked
man’s eyes rolled back into his sockets and he fell to the ground with a
thunderous thud. Soon after, there was a pin drop silence. Nobody spoke. Then,
a shaky voice sounded out, “I hit him unconscious with my weapon.” It was none
other than Uncle Joe. I hugged him, tears streaming down my cheeks like broken
beads. After that, the second man was apprehended, and I was left with Uncle
Joe.
Ever since that
incident, I had learnt to treasure the moments with my family members,
especially Uncle Joe, who had taken care of me and raised me up with my parents
died from an accident when I was young. Till this day, I could still remember
the one and only sentence Uncle Joe had said to me when the police had left.
“I love you.”
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