While Dean laid there dying, Sam looked in disbelief. He ran towards Dean, shaking him to somehow wake him up. His only answer was a groan from Dean who wasn’t even able to recognise Sam coming near him, with all his concentration on trying to breathe. This breaks Sam and he roars at Hari. Hari instead of reacting just coldly stares at Sam.

Sam rushes at Hari and swings his pipe at him, hoping to bash his head in. Hari instead dodges it with grace. This is followed by multiple swings by Sam and all of them turn out to be mises as Hari weaves through the assault.

Hari first scratches Sam with his nails, leaving his face with gashes that looked like they were made by a wild animal. Hari then punches Sam in the stomach causing him to bow down clutching his stomach as bile threatened to come out. Hari however did not give it the time to come out, he kicks him in the face, sending him flying to the ground.

Sam vomits the bile lying down. The vomit falls down on his own face. Sam gets up, his face covered in vomit and blood. The acidic vomit stung the gashes on his face making it seem like his face was on fire.

Sam wipes the vomit from his face using his sleeve as he gags in disgust. He then looks in front of him, expecting him to find Hari, only for him to come up empty. Instead, he is knocked over from behind causing him to fall face-first onto the ground. When he lifts his face he finds Dean’s gun right in front of it.

Sam quickly grabs it and staggers to his feet. Sam then sweeps the room for Hari. Even as his gaze swept the entire room he couldn’t find Hari. This confused Sam, as he had just seen Hari here. He then looks up, hearing a clinking noise. There, hanging from the chandelier was Hari.

Hari then looks at Sam and shrieks with a shrill voice. The shriek sounded so horrible that Sam had to close his ears as goosebumps rose across his body, his body hair standing straight. He then points the gun at Hari and shoots him. Hari however dodges it with ease, swinging from the chandelier onto the wall, which he uses as a foothold to jump to the ceiling once again, just in time to dodge the second bullet which pierces through the wall on which he swung to just the moment prior.

Hari meanwhile pierces the ceiling with his fingers, creating a pit from which he hung. Sam whips the gun in position to shoot him once again, only to find that Hari had let go of the ceiling swinging towards him and grabbed the gun from Sam.

Sam then sweep kicks, expecting Hari to fall down now that he let go of the ceiling. Instead, all he hits is air. Hari whom he had expected to fall down did not. Sam looks above in confusion, only to find Hari hanging in the air, his hands and legs free of the wall. In his hand, clasped was the gun that he snatched away from Sam.

Sam looked at Hari whose face seemed to be filled with mockery towards him. The spark in his eyes filled with malicious mischief, as if he was playing with him rather than fighting him. This thought enraged him more and he picks the pipe back up to swing at Hari, who dodges it with the grace of a boxer dodging a punch. This serves to further enrage Sam who starts swinging wildly in an effort to get a hit, sacrificing defence for offence. This left him open for any attacks to come. And come they did.

Hari jumps away from the flurry of attacks that were thrown at him onto a wall. During this jump, Sam observes another appendage. The one that was responsible for letting him hang in the air, but was obstructed from view by Hari himself, prior to which it was tucked in Hari’s pants. A hairy, thin, and long appendage that looked like a thick rope. It was a tail. It was then that Sam understood the animal in front of him, a monkey.

Meanwhile, as Sam was analysing the situation, Hari used the wall as a foothold and pushes off against it. He jumped towards Sam, rushing at him in the blink of an eye. He then bangs onto him with every ounce of strength he had, thus sending him flying through the wall opposite them and onto the back garden.

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Hari then walks towards Sam, stepping through the hole that was made in the wall when Sam broke through it. At that moment, Hari with the anger in his eyes looked like an actual demon on earth. His lips snarling, his canines enlarged, his nails sharp, and his tail wagging like a snake ready to strike.

As Sam laid there he thinks of the consequences of the circumstances. He had to inform his superiors of the need to change priorities. This family was more dangerous than they had imagined. This family had to die, no matter what. If left alone they could prove to be incredibly dangerous and a menace to their organisation. This information could prove instrumental to their goals.

With the last of his strength, he tries to reach for his phone, fully intent on calling his superiors to inform them of this latest development. But as fate would have it, just as he pulls the phone out of his pocket, Hari approaches him and kicks the phone from his hand. He then mounts on top of Sam, lifting his head lightly by holding his collar.

“Why did you attack us? What did we ever do to you?” Hari asks.

Sam doesn’t reply, only staring at Hari with scorn, and then spits at him.

Hari wipes the spit, his eyes turning further red with pure rage.

Hari starts punching at Sam’s face. Each punch of his getting only stronger and sending him further into a frenzy. He punches and punches even as Sam’s face starts to bleed. The punching evolves to smashing as Hari uses his fists as hammers to smash onto Sam’s face, turning it to mush. By the time that Hari stops Sam’s face had become unrecognisable. His breathing, thin as paper, felt like it could stop at any moment like a candle in the face of a storm.

Hari then gets up exhausted, his body turns back to normal, and with it comes a whole range of emotions. He falls onto his knees, shivering and crying. He just took the lives of two people. That thought sickened him. Although it was in self-defence, he still did kill them. The blood on his hands mixed with the tears and snot from his crying. The tears washed a tiny bit of the blood off his hands, but it was like trying to replace the sea with fresh water, a futile effort. It seemed to express Hari’s feelings within, even though the circumstances necessitated it, the carnage that he wrought was so much that the circumstances didn’t seem to justify it.

He then remembers Vrika and scrambles to his feet. He runs back into the house and feels for his pulse. It takes a few seconds for his untrained fingers to find it. It was weak, but there was indeed a pulse. Hari cries in relief and pulls out the phone that was kicked out of his hands.

He calls the emergency services and asks for ambulances and the police to come in. He then collapses onto the ground.

“Shit looks like we are too late. Hurry up, we should go check if they are still alive or not.” Came a voice from outside.

Running in came a burly man with a beard that was lush and trimmed enough to look like it belonged to a model. His auburn hair bounced with his every step. The man’s eyes were full of worry and dread. These emotions soon turned into one of relief as he sees Hari alive.

The man’s gaze then turns to Vrika lying on the ground, blood pooling around him. Worry creeps back into his eyes.

“Kris come fast. One of the boys looks alright, the other appears to be shot.” The man shouts.

He then turns towards Hari and asks “Hey kid, is he alive?”

Hari only nods, to which the man sighs in relief.

Hari looks towards another man that had just arrived. He was dressed in all blacks and held a cane in his hand. He wore sunglasses that matched his dark black hair. He was pale and thin making him have a sickly complexion that went well with his handsome face.

The man, Kris hurries up to Vrika and feels his pulse. As soon as he feels the pulse, he puts his palm on the bullet wound and mutters something. There was a flash of red light from the palm and then he removes his hand. The wound seems to have stopped spouting blood.

“I have stabilized him, but he still needs care. We should take him back home as fast as we can Kefir.” Kris says.

Kefir, the burly man nods and carries Vrika in his arms and motions for Hari to follow him, who does.

Hari expects an ambulance to be out, but instead, he finds a car. A normal black SUV, the one that could be seen anywhere and everywhere. This worries him as he thought that these two were the paramedics.

Kefir notices the worry in Hari’s eyes as he loads up Vrika in the back seat.

“Don’t worry kid. We are friends of your father’s, we came here trying to protect you. We were supposed to pick you up at school but you seem to have left early. Now we have to move fast before the emergency services arrive. It is too dangerous to trust them, as we don’t know if someone among them is part of the group the ones who attacked you.”

At that Hari just nods in exhaustion and sits beside his brother who was laid on the seat. As Hari leans back, exhaustion overcomes him and he nods into sleep. The car drives ahead leaving the broken house with its dead invaders.

The police arrive soon after, only to find a scene of carnage. They call for backup to investigate the case of the missing children and the dead intruders. While the city is in chaos, searching for the two, a select few were rather curious. They wanted to know what took place in that once peaceful house. They wanted to know how the children managed to escape, and how their agents turned up dead instead.