The Intruder

The rough sea crashed against the sleeping seabed, the moonlight glistened upon the foaming waves, and the houses that margined the coastline, erect with silence as the residence slept cosily within their beds. But - unknown to them - an intruder lurked within the darkness of the cloudy night.

This intruder is a lonely person with a troubled mind. Unable to keep any job he turned to crime, stealing, bruling and drugs. Unable to make friends, his cry for help went un-noticed as he incarcerated himself for many days within the tiny, and damp bedsit he could afford.

The footsteps scurried along the cobbled pathway lining the coast. His dark clothing camouflaged within the darkness and his eyes darted from house to house as he thought of his desire to gain access to one of the properties.

The disturbed mind of this lonely soul posted images of inhumane behaviour. His split personality, a reason maybe, he found it hard to socialise.

He pulled his hood over his head as he halted opposite a large golden gate. His solider posture from his short stay at the regiment - emerging as his mind whizzed with a combanation of forced entrances.

Climbing the gate, he threw his leg over and pounced. Landing to a crouch upon the floor. His breaths echoed through the silence around him were drowned out now and then by a sudden crash of thundering waves.
Ahead of him, the white door had a personal invitation as a pot plant sat upon the step below. The window, his key to his means of entrance.
Inside the house was silent. The darkness only lit by the nightlights dotted around. He tiptoed along the thick piled carpet, freshly laid he thought, as the scent of the wrapping tickled his nose.
He made his way into the lounge. The large flat screen screamed at him as he wished he could live like these wealthy people.
Strolling across to it, his hand reached out and he fell deep in thought of the life he could have. A perfect family with the perfect home. But suddely, there was a scuffle above him that jerked him from his daze. The owner of the property making his way from his bedroom and down the stairs through the darkness. He made his way into the kitchen, he was still half asleep. His hand scattering to find the light switch and he then made his way towards the sink. He felt a chill from the hallway. He crept to the kitchen door and peered around the corner. His eyes falling upon the broken glass and the latch loose on the door.
He reached for the phone that was attached to the kitchen wall and began to dial the emergency, the operator requesting for a service, but receiving no reply.

A voice emerged through the darkness... 'I wouldn't if I were you!'

He replaced the phone and slowly turned to the command and welcomed by a gun aiming straight at his head.

An exchange of facial expressions lead to questions, brave questions on the owners behalf, did he want to loose his life?

The intruder brushed the questions thrown at him from his mind. His desperation to get away worth more than the life facing him. He wasn't going to leave empty handed either. A few top of the range mobiles and the flat screen were top of his list.
With the gun held at his head - the owner had no choice but to hunt for the items the intruder requested, dashing from one room to the other, like a shopping trip as he bundled all the small items into his dark ruck sack. He paused by the back door in the kitchen as a reflection within the glass of the door revealed a lady with a gun pointing towards him, and her orders for him to drop his gun flowing from behind. Her aim towards him angered him, like a match striking fireworks.
He spun to her orders, but not to drop the gun. He pulled the trigger, and within seconds the lady lay within a pool of blood.
His fury killed her, and he watched as her husband dashed franticly towards her and nestled to cover the wound the bullet struck within her chest.
Her heart embedded with the bullet of fury, and her life drained quickly from her.

Her husband held her tight within his tightening arms as his fury built within. His hand lowering onto his wife's stomach. A bump lay still as her breath stopped. Heavily pregnant, the life of the unborn child was also at risk.

The intruder gazed as he realised the lady was pregnant. His gun sliding from his hand and clanging upon the floor.
Laying within the hands of his dead wife - the gun - still loaded and ready to go.
He slid his hand from the wound and grasped the gun. His fury ending the life of the intruder. His unborn childs life within the hands of the paramedics, and his life changed forever as he says goodbye to his wife, and soon to know, his baby daughter who he never got to know.