This wasn't how it was supposed to go. Only some dumb mission- finished in a matter of minutes.
Instead, she felt herself choke on her own blood.
What the hell...? It all went so fast she could'nt even process it. But-a slit throat? Thats how she'll die? How bitter.
"Who are you?!", Evelyn screamed out. The man in her apartment was walking towards her with a knife. Panic in his eyes, in her eyes- minds set on escaping. Both, actually. The only difference was that he had to kill her in order to do so.
"Fuck! This wasn't how it was supposed to go!", she screamed to...particularly no one. Where was the rest? Her hands reached out,trying to pull herself away, away from the blood, a useless attempt of escaping the inevitable future.
She ran towards the basement. The damn basement of all things. There was a set of stairs one could hide behind...thank god she was fast enough. The heavy steps followed behind her...Evelyn almost cried out in fear.
Bucciarati could fix this, no? Giorno? Anyone...?
"I...I don't want to die..not all alone..!", she had so much she wanted to do. So much. 17..! That was too young. Too young to die a pathetic death like this.
She didn't know what overcame her. She saw a leg and just...reached to the slit to pull on it- the man toppled down the stairs. He screamed-almost gutwrenching. All she remembered next was a murderous rage. The urge to kill. Evelyn didn't exactly remember her grabbing a knife- but one clear image was left-her straddling the man and slashing his throat.
She hated it.
The way she ended just like her first victim. The free pass to Passione she never wanted. And this was it? But...she deserved it right?
She did. What was she but a dirty, crazy murderer?
Karma always came around, they said.
This was hers.
