Recipe For Disaster

Irene stood on her threshold pointing a shock pistol directly at Viv's temple.

_"What are you doing here, breaking into my house"_ Irene whispered into Viv's ear. _"You realize, if I pull this trigger your brains turn to pudding and will spill out your ears and nose!"_

Just like when they were little, Irene taunted Viv, bullying her with words and fear. And a gun. Also, though she didn't let on, Irene must've been bewildered to see Viv after her ten years of absence.

"Why are you whispering Irene. Is someone else here: Children; A husband; Maybe a pet?"

_"Shut up! Not another word. I've got a project. It, it can't be dis...disturbed!"_ Irene faltered. _"Make another noise and I'll turn you into a doormat."_

What Irene didn't know was Viv had been Trained. In one swift move she had the gun and Irene flat on her back. After a Judo roll Irene jumped up and ran into the kitchen. "You bitch! My souffle, it fell!" and grabbed two fully charged butcher knives and slowly moved towards her baby sister.