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Chapter 1: Visitor

There was a loud knock at the door.

"I'll get it!" Eve Rosser said happily as she skipped to the front door of the Glass House. When she saw who it was, she screamed, put both hands over her mouth, and backed up.

"Well, well, well. Eve Rosser. What a pleasent surprise." said Frank Collins as he strode through the threshold. "Do you know where my son is?"

Just then, Michael Glass, Shane Collins, and Claire Danvers came running down the stairs, responding to the scream.

"Eve what's wro-" Michael started to say, but then he saw exactly what was wrong... or who, rather. "Oh. oh, god."

"Hello, son." said Mr. Collins, "How goes it?"

"What are you doing here, dad?" said Shane.

"Oh, can't a father come visit his boy?"

Shane raised an eyebrow.

Mr. Collins let it pass. "Now is the time, son. If we're gonna take the vamps down, we gotta do it now. It's our last chance. Are you in, or are you out, Shane?"

"Dad," said Shane, "This has gone on long enough. I'm out."

Mr. Collins smiled smugly. "I was thinking it was gonna be like that." He snapped his fingers and three of his motorcycle goons burst in and grabbed Claire and Eve by the throats and pressed a knife to each of their necks. The other goon grabbed Michael by the arms and put him in a choke-hold.

"Dad!" said Shane, "It doesn't have to be this way!"

"Oh, but it does, Shane. Now, are you in, or are you out?"

"I already told you! I'm out!"

Mr. Collins pointed to the guy holding Claire, Shane's girlfriend, and the guy pressed the knife harder to her throat, causing a small drop of blood to trickle down her collarbone.

"Okay, okay, Dad," said Shane, "Let's be reasonable. Maybe..."

"No, Shane!" Claire yelled.

"You little bitch!" Frank yelled at her,"You turned my son against me in the first place!" He swung his hand back and slapped her across the face with all his might. Claire's cheek turned beet-red and even bled a little.

"Let go of her!!" Shane yelled.

"Oh, son," said Frank Collins, "You could do so much better."

He then pulled out a 44 handgun.

"Dad," Shane said in a shaky voice.

Mr. Collins ignored him. He put the end of the gun to Claire's temple.

"DAD, NO!!!"

Claire's breathing quickened. Meanwhile, Michael and Eve were watching in shock and terror.

"I told you, son," said Frank, "You should've stuck with your old man." He began to put his finger on the trigger.

"I wish you'd drop dead!" Shane screamed.

Frank froze and turned to his son. "What did you say?"

"You heard me."

Mr. Collins removed the gun from Claire's temple and tossed it to Shane, who caught it and looked at it in confusion.

"Do it, then." said Frank.

"What?"

"Go ahead. If you're serious, do it. Kill me."

Shane gave his dad a disbelieving look.

"I'm serious, Shane. Pull that trigger and kill me."

Shane deliberated. Of course he didn't want to be the one to kill his father. but, this was the only way to ensure Frank Collins would leave; leave and never come back. This was the only way to ensure the safety of his friends. Of Michael, and Eve.... Claire.

Shane set his jaw. He aimed the gun, and closed his eyes as tight as he could.

But just as he puled the trigger, Shane's dad pulled Claire in front of him.

A human shield.


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