The Dread Night

Chapter two

DARVY's POV

Where are we going, exactly? They could run so quickly after us and I didn't have enough ammunition to stop them, so I refused to answer Elvira when she asked me repeatedly while I was in charge of the steering. She persisted in questioning me while removing my hands from the wheel.

“Stop talking so much, youngster! I assured you that I wasn't trying to kidnap you—I was simply trying to assist! If you utter one more thing, I'll throw you out of my car! Therefore, you must quit being obstinate, I sobbed at her after so many diversions.

After a few minutes, she remained silent since she was feeling lonely.

8 MINUTES LATER

“I'm s “Sorry, kid, I'm not a bad guy; I'm just trying to help you. I'm sorry if I yelled at you; everything was done to keep you safe, “After feeling guilty and unable to look up to her face, I said sympathetically. She glanced at me and smiled slightly, showing that she was somewhat relieved to hear me speak that way. A few minutes later, Elvira had fallen asleep, and I had started driving to my destination.

In my modest building, I brought her down from the car and set her down on my partially ripped mat, so she could rest until the next morning.

I explained that I needed to bring Elvira's mother's remains back for cremation for more than simply religious reasons, but to prevent penetration. So, I drove to my store, collected enough ammunition, got in my car, and started driving.

When I arrived, everything was silent—it was unusual. Elvira's mother was placed outdoors, as if they were anticipating my return for her.

Before I realized it was a trap, I had already taken a few steps. I hurriedly brought her inside my car and tried to start it by aiming at the key, but it didn't seem possible. It was impossible the second, third, and fourth times I attempted.

Now, when they were all around me and there seemed to be no way to get away, I heaved a heavy sigh as I prepared to go. I let out a long, heavy sigh, ready to shoot anyone in my line of sight.

They began laughing as they go closer to my automobile, and the sound combinations they made bothered my ears. Wee! wee wee So that they won't get closer to me, I started shooting them all at once.

With the power of my bullet, “2S7 howitzer,” a 203 mm 2A44 g*n with bullet 220 fast, a velocity of 1422m/s, and 2.7 grams (42 gr) of 3031 powder, heads were coming down, hands were splitting, and bodies were being torn apart.

I kept shooting them, but as more came out, I realized that no matter how powerful my shots were, they would not be enough to kill them. So, I started preparing to get a root to enable escape.

I tried the car key once more, and it worked while I was shooting with one hand. A little relieved, I broke the glass of the car so that I would have a free spray of the g*n, I drifted my car in a circle and started shooting at the same time, then I saw a space where they were less gathered, so I sped up hitting them to get out.

They turned in my direction and chased after my car, but I was confident they wouldn't catch me because I can drive very well.

They all came to a stop at once, went all the way around, and then turned around. Thereafter, I slowed down and continued on toward my objective.

At precisely 4:00 am, I arrived home.

When I opened the door and saw her curled up with the cushion I had given her, I knew how much she would have missed her mother. I overheard her dream talk, which let me know that she was thinking about her time spent with her mother, and she said, “do not worry mummy, I promise to be a nice good girl, promise me mummy that you will always be at my side.”

I turned away from her and opened the door, so I could leave the room and do some other things.

What's your name, by the way? I responded, “Call me Darvy," to her ponderous question.

Right, Darvy I call you Davy,” she said, shifting to face the wall while still gripping her pillow.

I screamed internally, “She was only going to be calling me by my name. I do not like youngsters to be impolite to me.

I apologize for the error; my name is Mr. Darvy, not just Darvy. “Whatever, but call me Mrs. Elvira,” she said snidely.

“Go to bed, you still need to relax, alright?” I spoke to her before rocking her to sleep.

Like I used to, I went out to get ready for the following night. That morning, weapons, ammunition, and armor were prepared. I then left the house to go get food for Elvira.

To lower her body temperature, I made young green tea with lemon and peppermint. Additionally, I made her some oats.

8:00 IN THE MORNING

“Hey Darvy! Where are you, I'm afraid of being by myself! Please come out so I can see you!” She made numerous screeches. Since she didn't address me with respect when she called, I purposely chose not to respond. However, this snobbish and frivolous girl won't stop yelling that I must respond to her.

She noticed me and rushed to me as I waved my hand and said, “I'm here.”