Larry rolled out on his skateboard...

Larry rolled out on his skateboard. He had two Springfield Arms 1911 with him and was rolling down a back alley in Santa Fe. His two children were about to cross the square and Larry was going to time his passage across Palace Avenue in time with their crossing. His iPhone app was allowing him this precise timing, and to see them as they sauntered unknowingly toward their sibling doom.

Larry had reason enough to want them to perish, he wasn't proud of what they had become at all.

He could see that moment in his father's basement, when he sat on the high chair, and had hit both dangling electric cords at the same time with one shot. He envisaged the same with his two children. He decided, and pushed off with his left foot.

He had chambered two waterbullets, one in each 1911, just in case he missed. He could hear music from AC/DC playing, this comforted him at first but as he kept rolling, and started to realize what he was about to do, what he had to, his eyes started to well up with tears.

How do you justify taking away your kids lives?

Larry knew the answer already, he had been living with it for some time, ever since these two had graduated. It had been college life that had twisted them.