Red was a few grades older, a sporty guy but smart too. Well liked by adults and his peers alike.

He didn't actually live in town, his house was out down the long stretch of road past the forest on farmland in the middle of nowhere.

He played most sports, though basketball was what he was known for. His father was often away working in the city. His mother was dead so he lived with his uncle.

He was tall, handsome, charismatic and had a bright future. He was smart too. He was also a ticking time bomb and on May 25 it finally went off.

On May 25 he convinced all the teens in town to kill the adults.

The first sounds we heard that morning were the gunshots. Then screaming. Lots of screaming. 

Guns were the main weapons used to murder the adults but they weren't the only method used to kill.

Knives, forks, and a variety of other kitchen tools were used, axes, cars, spades, hammers and chainsaws among other tools were also used.

We were found by a group of teens after most of the carnage was over.

Blitz managed to run off, but me and Robin were caught and brought to the Miller's house where they were keeping the younger kids.

The streets were red from all the blood spilled. It took weeks for the rain to finally wash it all away, but even then they kept a pinkish tint.

Bodies were stacked into trucks and driven away. They were all stripped of skin and hacked  unrecognizable.

The air smelled thick of copper and that stench would cling to my nose for a week.

After bringing us to the house they locked the door and went back out to look for more strays.

The windows were locked but the other kids were gathered around them anyways,  trying to force them open, or at least get a better view of what was happening.

Most were crying for their parents. I found a corner to hide in, curling into a tight ball.

Robin did the opposite. She cried too but tightened her jaw and forced herself to look through the drawers for things to use as weapons.

She spent the next hour or so rallying the others to fight, raising a frying pan above her head from the wooden kitchen table.

When the door finally opened again it was her brother, holding a captured and struggling Blitz in one arm.

A gun was held casually in his other hand. Without hesitation Robin ran for her brother, pan raised to call his bluff.

Her brother wouldn't hurt her. They were family. 

Before continuing there are a few things about her brother you should know.

Rook was always a weird kid, Robin's parents picked up on that pretty quickly. They never left him and Robin alone together.

Whenever I was over to hang out with Robin Rook was kept separate, there was always an excuse for him to be gone.

He didn't have any friends either. He had been suspended for school on accounts of violence and disruptions but never expelled.

Summers he would disappear for long stretches of time into the woods. Robin claimed he collected roadkill and piled them up in a pit.

Whenever he couldn't find any on the roads he would make traps, and when he felt like catching something bigger he would throw rocks at cars passing through or leave junk on the streets to cause flat tires.

But those were just rumours.

Despite knowing all this Robin still didn't think her brother would hurt her. She ran at him, raising the pan to strike.

In one smooth motion Rook readjusted his grip on Blitz, trapping him in a tight headlock. With his other arm he raised the gun to Robin.

When she didn't flinch he pulled the trigger.

Robin's body fell to the carpeted ground with a hollow thud, like a puppet whose strings had been cut.