Alchemy's attack on Justin's House

When I arrived, All the lights in the house were off, and there was an open window on the second floor. I climbed a tree near the window, and hopped onto the roof. The window led into a bathroom, and I decided this would be the "HQ" where I would get gear if I needed it.

I grabbed the rope, tape, and baseball bat, and slowly made my way to Justin's room. He was asleep in his bed, which made it easier. I began to place tape over his mouth, and he didn't even wake up. I began to handcuff his hands behind his bed, before he woke up. Then, I began to tie a noose around his neck, pulling it until it fit tight enough around his neck to pull him around with it.

Then I took off his sheets and duct-taped his legs, then his hands. I undid the handcuffs, and pulled the noose, along with him, onto the ground. He immediately woke up, and struggled, but couldn't move, I had literally mummified him from the elbows down. Then I began to do the same with his father. Except, his father...I kept him restrained in the bed. I then violently dragged his mother out of bed, placed duct tape on her mouth, and handcuffed her to the shower gate in their bathroom.

She struggled violently, screaming into her tape, but it was muffled...enough. she tried kicking at me, but she was only tiring herself out. I walked out, turned on the lights, and saw his father struggling. I went into the beside cabinet, and found a revolver with some ammunition. I began loading the revolver, and, carrying it with me, dragged Justin into the room. Justin was screaming into his tape, considering I did just drag him by the throat...and I began tying the rope to the ceiling fan. His father began yelling, and I spoke:

"If you want him to live any longer, you'll do exactly as I say."

I fit the plastic bottle onto the revolver with tape. I took the knife and cut loose one of his hands, and, while he proceeded to struggle free with it, I pistol whipped him twice with the revolver before placing it in his hands. I lifted his arm, and stuck my fingers around his. I then proceeded to shoot Justin in the head, but aimed carefully so to only graze him. he began whimpering and crying, and blood began to flow. I turned the gun around, left his hand on the trigger, and forced it onto his head saying:

"Nod once if you want to die. Nod twice if you'll shoot him."

The truth is, I would've let him live if he had the shot the boy. I wanted to see how far he would go, and if he proved he'd do anything to survive, I guess from a...morally black standpoint he deserved such. But instead, he wimped, and pulled the trigger on himself. I began to unstrap his body...it didn't go as I planned. I kind of forced the issue of Suicide or Murder.

I didn't want his wife to see me either, but now she was a victim of the circumstances. I began to pull the noose tighter, choking Justin, and he was in tears. I then yanked as hard as I could, and tied the rope to the bed's leg, just so his legs were just above the ground. I left the room hearing struggling feet, and grabbed my gasoline from the bathroom. I went into to the garage to grab more gasoline, and I also found some old fireworks. These would do...nicely. The big "shells" fired huge blasts in the sky, why not work as a large explosive to destroy the majority of the house before firefighters arrived?

The answer was I needed this to look accidental. But I also needed to leave my calling card. I wanted it to look accidental. I wanted the police to figure out it was me, eventually. But they'd only do so by the time I had made another victim. Back to the house, I left the fireworks in the bin, but left it open. I poured gasoline all over the house, working my way upstairs. Before I did so, I turned the gas stoves on in the kitchen, but not before placing bacon on a pan on top of the stove. I made my way upstairs, dumping the gasoline around. I made it to the master bedroom, and Justin was dead. I removed the noose and restraints, and threw them in my duffel bag. I then approached the wife, Knocked her out with the baseball bat, and undid her cuffs. I placed her in the bed as she was, and dragged the father out of bed, placing him downstairs on the couch, with the TV on. I finally placed a lit candle in the living room, grabbed my duffel bag, and left a note in the mailbox, marked "Caedes".