Anson’s father storms across the room, listening to the sounds of the floorboards creaking under his feet. He holsters the gun in his hand and cracks his knuckles. Anson is right behind him, his eyes glued to Sally. One of the men shuts the door and stands in front of it so no one can leave. Another one blocks the way into the kitchen.
Sally and Shawn stand beside each other next to the wall, “I won’t let you hurt him.” Sally says, keeping her ground between Shawn and the rest of the men.
“I’m afraid that’s not up to you, sweetheart.” Anson’s father now stands within two feet of her, his eyes staring daggers at both of them.
“C’mon, Sally,” Anson chimes in, “You know what we’re doing here is right. That thing spent the last ten years destroying our town. You can’t possibly want to protect it.”
“I do.” Sally speaks firmly. “He’s not an ‘it’. He’s a person, a human being just like the rest of us.”
“That doesn’t mean anything anymore.” Anson states.
“To me it does.” She retorts.
Anson rolls his eyes and storms up to her. She takes one step back, touching bodies with Shawn. She cannot stop Anson from grabbing her arm and ripping her away from him. She screams for him to stop, but he doesn’t listen and continues to drag her across the room. He wraps his arms around her and holds her close to him, forcing her to watch what his father is about to do.
Shawn has his eyes on Sally. His heart is pounding in his chest as he watches her being held so violently in Anson’s grip. The anger is rising inside him and he knows what will happen if he can’t control it. It will turn him into the monster he has grown to hate.
He turns his head back to the man standing before him. With his hands balled into fists, he takes his right hand and slams it into the man’s face. Anson’s father stammers back a few steps, wiping the blood from his lip. The men around him move in closer and the floor creaks even louder than before.
“Good shot, boy.” Anson’s father says, staring at Shawn. “Afraid that’s the only shot you’re going to get.”