Personal Narrative: Mowow

I give off a small smile at the various memories of not how I met my friends, but how much fun I’ve had after I met Mowow. I’ve had it pretty good up until now. I can only hope that everyone else is safe.
As I slowly raise my hands, ready to surrender but, before the police can approach me, a loud series of bangs ring throughout the forest. Many policemen look up, trying to figure out what’s going on. I take this chance to decapitate at least ten officers around me. When I finally look up, I see at least half of the officers on the floor, dead. The other half look around in fear. When a few raise their guns at me to shoot again, an explosive goes off.
Now there are only twelve officers left, including the few in the helicopter above me.
“How
am I supposed to get up there?”
As if answering my question, the helicopter explodes, leaving the smell of burnt metal and dead bodies. Behind me the ten officers from before are laying on the floor, large knives sticking out of their heads. In the middle of all the massacre stands three figures, each wearing hooded capes.
“There’s our W. Always getting into trouble.”
I start to tear up at the sound of the middle figures voice. The trio throws off their hoods, showing the faces of the people I’ve learned to call family.
“It’s good to see you, too.”
I run up to Mowow, tackling him down to the ground in a bear hug. He hugs back, allowing me to cry into his shoulder. After I finish crying, I stand up and hug Jake. Finally, I look to Max, the smile on my face so big, I’m starting to cry again.
“Wow. And I thought I was the baby.”
He grabs my face, wipes my tears, then kisses me on the forehead.
“Let’s go get you patched up.”
The three of us walk toward the house. I smile at the three of them, happy to have them around.
“We may not be the perfect family, but I mean it works, right?”