Chapter 9 - The Ghost of the Past
Arthur simply stared in absolute shock at the very woman he had personally buried over three long years ago.
Claire looked completely and entirely different with her harshly chopped short hair and a vicious, deep scar cutting across her cheek.
"You ruthlessly destroyed our entire beautiful family just for a payout of dirty money."
Claire laughed incredibly coldly, the cruel sound cutting perfectly over the loud noise of the pouring rain.
"I was terribly bored with mindlessly playing the role of the perfect, obedient suburban housewife every single day."
She kept the heavy rifle perfectly steady in her hands as she confidently took another step closer to them in the mud.
"Vanessa foolishly did all the really dirty work for me while I patiently waited comfortably inside the hidden walls."
Arthur aggressively shielded crying Sophie with his incredibly tired, beaten body.
"You actually let that monster violently force your own biological daughter to eat disgusting food from a dog bowl."
Claire casually shrugged her shoulders without displaying even a single tiny ounce of maternal guilt on her scarred face.
"Children are remarkably resilient creatures when you properly train them with a heavy hand."
She slowly and dramatically cocked the heavy hunting rifle with a remarkably loud, terrifying metallic clack.
"Now please stand completely aside so I can finally finish cleaning up this highly annoying little mess."
Arthur suddenly felt a massive, overwhelming surge of pure survival adrenaline violently flood his exhausted veins.
He was absolutely not going to let this psychopathic monster ever touch a single hair on his little girl's head.
He quickly and desperately grabbed the heavy landscaping rock he had previously used on the broken keypad.
He forcefully launched it with every single ounce of his remaining physical strength directly at the blinding spotlight above them.
The hot glass bulb shattered completely instantly and instantly plunged the entire area into total, pitch-black darkness.
Claire violently fired the hunting rifle blindly into the dark rain in absolute, panicked surprise.
The high-caliber bullet painfully grazed Arthur's left shoulder with a terrifying, searing, intensely burning pain.
He completely ignored the terrible agony and aggressively charged forward wildly through the slippery, muddy grass.
He brutally tackled Claire violently to the wet ground with the full force of a speeding truck.
The incredibly heavy hunting rifle violently slid far away from her hands and deep into the thick, freezing mud.
Claire furiously clawed wildly at his face with her incredibly sharp, long fingernails in the darkness.
She physically fought back against him with a truly desperate, terrifying, savage level of sheer strength.
Arthur finally managed to firmly pin her thrashing arms down and forcefully pushed her screaming face deeply into the wet grass.
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Suddenly he felt an incredibly sharp, completely agonizing pain violently pierce his lower back.
Claire had secretly pulled a hidden, serrated hunting knife from her heavy leather boot and viciously buried it deep into his flesh.
