[ WP ] You are 16 , living with your parents , a man claiming to be your long lost brother shows up at your door with a gun , he slowly says , `` They ... are not your family ''

`` That's not our mother and father anymore, do you understand?'' The person who'd raggedly insisted he was my long lost brother Casey was whispering as loudly as he could. `` They're not even *people* anymore, you understand?'' 
 
 `` What?'' I asked. 
 
 `` Come on,'' he grabbed hold of my arm, and I let myself be led outside of the house. `` I'll explain later, but for right now we have to get out of here. It's not safe!'' 
 
 We got nearly all the way to the end of the driveway before my parent's SUV drove up from the road, blocking the entrance. 
 
 `` Shit, move!'' Casey said. I turned to run after him, but tripped, pulling him down with me. 
 
 `` Paul?'' My father said, having exited the car. `` Who's this?'' 
 
 `` You know who I am!'' Casey was on his feet, casting his gaze around for his lost gun. He stared my father directly in the eyes. `` Remember Uncle Alan? I do! That man saved me, raised me, until you hunted him down. I swore I'd do better, that I'd get my little brother out of this, and that's what I'm doing!'' 
 
 `` Oh, so you're Casey?'' My father said. 
 
 `` You bet I -'' 
 
 He never finished. Blood gurgled from Casey's mouth as his windpipe filled with blood, courtesy the bullet I'd just put in it. 
 
 `` What the hell,'' my mother said, exiting the car as well, `` is going on?'' 
 
 I shrugged. `` He thought I was still his brother.''
