John Stallone's Story

John clicked the little red button on his remote, turning the television off. "My ass." He grumbled. His flicked his blonde hair out of his eyes. He looked out the window, but did not see any thing out of the ordinary. But it that happened, he had an exit out of his basement to help get supplies. He sighed, and walked to his closet. He had a desert eagle hidden in there, and took it. He cocked it and clipped his holster around him, putting the gun inside it. "Just in case this is no lie."

JOHN PEERED OUT OF HIS BASEMENT’S SECRET DOOR, AND WATCHED AS PEOPLE RAN DOWN THE STREET. HE SIGHED, WALKING AROUND TO HIS BACK YARD. HE DID NOT ENTER THE GATE BUT HE HOPPED THE YARD AND LANDED IN HIS NAIGHBOUR’S YARD. THERE HE SAW A WOMAN RUN OUT OF HER HOUSE, A MAN FOLLOWED WITH A BASEBALL BAT. “YOU LITTLE BITCH!” . HE YELLED OUT, SO LOUD THAT THE WHOLE NEIGHBOURHOOD COULD HEAR HIM. THE WOMAN WAS HOLDING TWO SUIT CASES, BUT DROPPED THEM. SHE FELL TO HER KNEES AND LOOKED UP AT JOHN. “PLEASE HELP ME.” HER EYES TEARING UP. THE MAN RAN AT HIS WIFE, BAT READY. JOHN TOOK THE BAT AND DID A SPARTAN KICK IN THE MAN’S STOMACH, CAUSING HIM TO FALL OVER. JOHN GAVE THE WOMAN HIS DESERT EASGLE. “I WILL BE BACK FOR YOU GUYS.” HE SAID, JUMPING OVER THE GATE. ((Sorry all capps, my program I wrote this on had all capps on.))

Natzalia had been in her bedroom when she realized her father was chasing her mother with a baseball bat. Turning off her iPod and standing, she looked out the window. There was her mom, lying on the groung, and her dad opposite her. Nat rolled her eyes, going downstairs and helping her mom up first. "Mom, what's going on?" She asked, looking around at the chaos. Her neighbor had helped her mother, which made her angry. That was her job! But wait...her mom was trying to run out on them again. Natzalia shook her head, looking at the fence. Grabbing the baseball bat from her father, she runs after her neighbor.

"Hey! Wait up!" Natzalia yelled, running after him. "You saved my mom, so I guess I owe you..." She looked up at him, a good head taller than herself, and gave a half smile. Her sheer black tank showed a bright blue bra, and her short denim shorts made it to a few inches above her mid-thigh. Flipping her caramel-blonde hair over her shoulder, Natzalia put the bat on her shoulder. "So...what's going on?" She asked, looking around at the chaos.