Lost

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Audrey:

The tears streaming down her face are almost as endless as the stars in this midnight sky. This beautiful nighttime scenery seems to taunt her, directly opposing the events that had just happened moments ago. Her best friend is gone. Forever. She's alone. She has no one. Audrey storms out the bar, nothing left but the items in her pockets and the clothes on her back. She lost everything. Walking along an alley, she simply has nothing but herself. Darkness fills the air, leaving an eerie figure following Audrey at a distance. She constantly looks over her shoulder, only to find fog and more darkness. Small whispers whistle through the slight breeze. She knows something's near, but she doesn't know what...

Serena:

Her finger's on the trigger. Breathless. Motionless. She settles her scope, her target straight on Audrey's neck. She silently thought to herself: He's all yours now. You can finally have him. But do you really need to kill her for him? Does she need to be dead? Her finger slips off the trigger for a split second, knocking Serena out of her thoughts. Quickly she places her finger back, and returns to her thoughts, mouthing one simple word that can change so many lives around her: "Yes."

Bang.

"He's mine, bitch."

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