Why is it that sometimes the wolf will hide from its prey? It is because the prey has become the predator, and dammit, I am sick of being the prey. Some serious guns are about to be thrown down…

It all started as a nice cool day, and everything was just wonderful. I was sitting on the front lawn with my wife and my two children, living my first life, the life they knew of. They didnt know of my second life though. Sometimes curiosity can kill a cat, but this is people were talking about. If they had known of my other life, they could be alive today.
I saw the black SUV coming from a far distance, and I knew trouble right away.
“Honey, get the kids inside.” I told my wife, Jen. She looked at me, puzzled, but rushed them inside. As they opened the door, they were all shot dead. Three gunshots was all it took. A man stepped out of the doorway and he aimed his pistol at my head. I ducked, rolled, and ran under the fire of the masked man.