• Auron heard the front door open and then close. His mother was working and his father had left just about half an hour ago to get dinner. Besides him, his mother and his father, nobody else lived in the house. Auron could only expect the worse such as an intruder had broken in. Only being 14, Auron wouldn't be able to take on an intruder himself, so he grabbed his baseball bat from the closet and crept quietly down the stairs.

    Listening to the footsteps, he heard the intruder walking into the kitchen and opening the basement door. Auron’s father had warned him never to let anyone go down there. Many of their storage was down there like his father’s hunting equipment and their food storage as well as his father’s work space.

    He quietly walked towards the now open door of the basement and heard someone searching through the hunting gear in his father’s gun cabinet. This wasn't good. What was a baseball bat going to do with someone carrying a hunting rifle? Unless he snuck up on the intruder undetected. He turned to the kitchen drawer next to him, opened it slowly and cautiously, making sure not to make a sound, and pulled out the large knife they use to cut cakes on birthdays.

    Being now prepared with a knife and bat, he snuck down the stairs of the basement, making sure not to make any sounds to give his position away. He got to the bottom of the stairs but didn’t see the intruder near the gun cabinet. Thinking he must have ventured deeper into the basement, he walked closer to the cabinet when suddenly, an arm grabbed him, kicked the bat out of his hand and took the knife from his back pocket. The person then made his fingers to resemble a gun.

    “Bang. You need to work on your sneaking skills, Auron. I heard you coming right when you got on the first floor.” A voice came from the man behind him. It was his father.

    “What you doing home? Shouldn’t you be picking up dinner? I’m getting hungry!” Auron asked his father.

    “I was, when I remembered my hunting gear. If your that hungry, heat up some leftovers from last night. They’re still in the fridge over there.”

    “Alright, I’ll heat something up. But I like fresh food.” And his dad took his hunting bag, walked up stairs, and walked out the door as Auron walked to the fridge and pulled out a human thigh wrapped in tin foil. A few hours later his father brought home dinner, a hitchhiker who needed a place to stay for the night.