Deal With The Devil

No. 9

A few blocks away one of Rory's puppets were setting up their sniper rifle. High on a building, tucked away, hidden.

Rory's clone was behind a pillar smirking, watching the woman get into a comfortable position to angle the gun. Down on the ground, walking out of a business meeting was a middle-aged single man, his black hair slicked back by gel, his wiry eyebrows rustling in the wind. Holding a coffee cup next to him was his son, lighter hair than his father but same bushy eyebrows.

The woman set up the angle to pierce both of their skulls with one bullet, leaning right a little. Letting her finger pull the trigger in once quick motion. The silencer on the gun shielding the weapon's release into the air.

Watching gleefully from the side the clone saw the bullet enter the son skull then the fathers.

Both the clone and the woman ignored the screams of terror.

The clone explained to the woman the rules of the game now, leading the woman to shooting herself in the centre of her forehead. The note on her stomach saying... "It was necessary... your welcome master..."

All the evidence that it was the woman was still placed there, fingerprints all over the gun. Note there to link all three crimes now committed by Rory's puppets. The police would find the angle the bullet was shot at and find the body of the woman. The clone then melted into the air as purple fog.

Next step= complete.

The two men walked up the steps towards the school. Clone following closely behind them.

The front door opened as the taller of the men pushed against it. He glanced at his friend and smiled showing his gold tooth at the front.

The men proceeded to the front desk. The shorter of the two pulling out a badge Rory had made that allowed them access inside. The smiles they wore were convincing enough to the receptionist.

The automatic door spun open, and they waltzed into the school hall. Banging loudly onto the first classroom door they saw. Smirking when they saw a male history teacher open the door, class full of teenagers. The taller of the two shoved the teacher inside roughly. His friend pulling his knife from his pocket of the blue raincoat he was wearing. Students all gasping when they witnessed their teacher being shoved towards the front desk with a knife to his back.

"Don't move or he dies" the shorter one bearing the knife muttered.

A young teen at the front trembled and closed his eyes shut, not wanting to witness anything. The taller of the men tutted and shook his head, leaning forward and punching the boy across the face. The whole class gasped and one girl at the back let a tear slip through her fluttery eyelashes.

The teenager lifted his hand to his face to feel his bloody cheek and sobbed.

The taller of the men spoke then, "C'mon get out your mobile phones... you want to let the world know what's going on... do it... DO IT!" he taunted sadistically with a smirk and a raised eyebrow, shouting when they all shook their heads.

Every child got out their phones, some kids took a video, and a few started to go live. Hoping to alert the authorities.

The smaller of the men grabbed the knife and ran it along the teachers arm, slicing the first layer of blood and bringing an ear-splitting scream out of his mouth. The taller man rolled his eyes and pulled out his own knife, flipping it between his fingers then throwing it to the wall behind a child's head. The child closed his eyes and opened them when they felt no pain. Turning around and taking a quick look at the wall behind their head. The smaller man rolled his eyes at the taunt and pulled out a gun from his trousers, shooting the teacher in his forehead. The students screamed. Still videoing the whole ordeal.