Red Rum

This day was just another day, on my way home I picked up a bottle of fine wine and a six pack of German lager to celebrate the harvest. I found some nice shot glasses with etched flowers on them, I knew my wife would like them so i purchased them. I came home, and watched some TV then went to bed. My wife worked late at the store and would join me later. My eyes closed, and I fell asleep.

I heard a scurry downstairs, thinking it was my wife I did not worry. Then a man grabbed my face, and pointed a knife at me. He took the knife, and slashed my throat. He waved it as if he were conducting a symphony. With each swing he cut deeper. He paused then struck as if he were commanding an accent from his orchestra. I tried to scream, as the blood squirted out of me as if it were lava coming out of a volcano. I kept trying to scream, but I couldn't make a sound. I kicked the bastard, and popped his knee cap out. I tried to laugh, but couldn't make a sound. The world turned black like a dimmer that slowly fades away. There was nothingness all around me. I must be dead!

The lights became bright again, and I saw myself as a glowing figure. The robbers were still there, they had moved on to the living room. I ran after them, I knew that I took one of them out. "What?" I screamed. "You piece of shit, how are you walking? I took your knee out." I screamed. They did not hear me. I know I nailed that guy! I ran up to him swinging my fists with all I had, my punches were not landing. I ran to the garage to get an ax, but couldn't pick it up. I ran back inside, and they were drinking my beer; and eating our food. "How dare you" I screamed. They just continued eating, drinking, and laughing! "You just killed me you Bastard. And how are you walking?" I ask, but there was no reply, they just kept drinking my beer!

Oh my God! My wife would be coming home soon. I had to do something. I walked up to them swinging my fists again, and again. I screamed but made no sound. I ran outside to the street I tried to stop her. "Don't come home!" I screamed. She could not hear me. No! I tried to grab her, but couldn't. She stopped, and looked around. I grabbed her again, and again she stopped. The robbers saw her, she saw them so she ran to the car and drove away. I had saved her. The robbers ran outside, but she was gone.

They went back inside to finish up stealing my stuff, the thieving bastards! They walked back to the kitchen, and were doing shots with my new glasses. My wine, wait! Is that, BLOOD! My God they are drinking my blood, what kind of sick bastards are these people. One turned to the other and said, "Red Rum is the best rum there is" they kept laughing. They then grabbed the bag of stolen goods. MY THINGS!

The sounds of sirens blared through the air, "The cops are coming now assholes!" I triumphantly hailed. They ran outside, and were gunned down by the police after pulling a gun on them. A glowing beam appeared next to his body. "Bastard" I screamed. They heard this time, I ran up to one of them, the bastard that murdered me, swinging, each punch connecting now. I hit him again, and again.

Then I looked up still laying in the bed. My wife was sitting on the bed smiling at me. I felt my body, and looked at my arms, and chest. "Are you alright?" my wife ask giggling. "Um, I guess so" I replied. "Good morning my love" she said. "Good Morning" I replied. "So did you take the new sleeping medicine last night? how did it work?" she ask................................................

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