Bluey was panting as she ran up the old, creaking stairs. Her fear wouldn't let her fall behind a step. She frantically began to approach the doors and tried to open them, but to no avail. Languid footsteps began to creep up from behind. Bluey, in a panic, started knocking one of the doors down until it opened with a bang. The Heeler immediately ran in and propped up the door with a nearby chair.
*Bang * *Bang*
—That won't help you Bluey! I'll get you anyway!
Bluey looked around. A large stained glass window with a peacock pattern immediately caught her eye, which was located from the floor to the ceiling. A wet carpet that smelled of old age, randomly scattered books of various genres. Flimsy bookshelves that could collapse into splinters at any moment. And in the middle of all this was a surprisingly new, but also covered with a layer of dust, desk. An idea came to Bluey's head, she hid near the door and squeezed the hammer in her paws.
*Bang*
The chair flew off and landed near the table and the door opened with a bang. "He" came into the room. Suddenly it became cold, unbearably cold. The cold was accompanied by a slight chill, and the jaw was chattering with teeth. A slight draft passed through the room, but it did not appear from the window. The wind seemed to emanate from his body, making him not a person but. . . A monster from children's horror stories. The guy kicked naked several books lying on the floor, went to the table and knocked it over. But there was no one there. The guy growled, but stopped and out of the corner of his eye saw a door adjacent to the wall. Then he went to the window and began to examine the stained glass drawing.
—I know you're outside the door. -The wolf smiled. The Heeler's eyes widened, she ran out at him and swung a hammer, but he blocked her blow and sharply punched her in the nose, from which a few drops of blood remained on the claws. Bluey fell to the floor covering her nose. The killer swung a knife at the girl, but she dodged and hit him square in the stomach. The guy screamed in pain and took a step back. The girl jumped up and pushed the killer out of the window.
*Bang*
The window broke, glass fragments rushed down and the guy fell to the cold ground. Bluey went to the window and saw the body exuding a pool of blood .Bluey sighed and left the room. Murky dawn rays filtered through the curtains. They prepared the rooms before the abundant rays of the sun. The girl had already started to descend the stairs with quick steps when suddenly, rapid exclamations were heard below, clearly not foreshadowing anything good. Bluey saw traces of blood smeared on the marble floor that led straight to the kitchen.
—It's strange, but I'm already getting used to it.-Bluey said to herself and walked with light steps into the kitchen. Kitchen appliances were scattered randomly, cabinets were open and cracks were visible on the mirror. The girl went to the sink, adjusted the water to a suitable temperature and washed her face, not forgetting to look at her pretty face in the mirror, but something was wrong, she squinted and saw. . .Rusty pointed a gun at the Girl and pulled the trigger.
*BOOM*
Bluey managed to duck and the bullet flew into the mirror, breaking it completely, the glass fragments rushed down with sharp ends. Bluey had a good opportunity to attack, she swung and hit Rusty's nose with her elbow. This gave Bluey time to grab a sharp piece of glass and hit the Red Kelpie in the chest with it. The Kelpie fell and dropped the gun, the weapon fell and discharged hitting Bluey in the upper arm. Bluey staggered, as a result of the shot, the pain came not only in the hole from him, but also in the entire upper arm: burning muscles, sharp pain that can be compared to the pain of a serious burn, dizziness. And this, if not to mention the wounded arm, on which scarlet crystals of glass were still visible. Bluey sat down on the floor, pulling the gun towards her, but then the phone rang. The Heeler reached her paws into Rusty's pocket, took the phone and accepted the call:
—Rust, did you do it?-a painfully familiar voice was heard
—So the agreement is fulfilled?-This is Chloe. . .
—Bingo for you, and I'll take Mackie for myself. I really hope you didn't kill him.-a single tear rolled down her cheek.
—You're in the kitchen, aren't you? I'll be right there. -Bluey was devastated, but she knew what to do. . .
The rays of the bright, dazzling sun passed through the windows. Filling the rooms with morning light. Even at night, the pine forest seemed creepy, under the light of the sun it was already attractive. Dew drops left over from the recent fog rolled down from the leaves to the ground . . .
Light and at the same time gliding steps moved towards the kitchen, for Chloe it was finally over. At least that's what she thought until her "best" friend appeared from the opening. Holding a gun in one hand and a Kelpie phone in the other.
— Oh-oh B-b-bluey, you're here!I'm so glad you're alive.-Chloe forced a smile at Bluey's indifferent face.The girl pointed the gun.
—W-wow.B-bluey.L-let go of the gun.-The Dalmatian tried to play bewilderment
— Why?. . .Why did you do that?-Bluey said these words softly, but Chloe could catch them. Immediately, her expression changed to a mocking grin:
— You know, I'm tired of you being the center of attention all the time. At school, on the street, at home. Everywhere! At school, we have you, quote:"the coolest girl of our school". Guys are chasing you in herds. And I didn't care about that. Until you started hanging out with Mack. . .
—But you were so glad.-Bluey interrupted her.
—I told you that I went to the theater club. Did you really believe me? Then you are exactly a fool. . ..-she did not have time to finish as a whistle sounded and a bullet flew straight between the eyes on departure. Smoke started coming out of the gun and the handle was so hot that Bluey threw it away. So, it's all finally over. Bluey, walking down the hallway, tried to think about what she had been pretending all this time, and went to all this for Mackenzie. . .Mackenzie!
Remembering about her "friend", Bluey ran into the living room, hoping that he was still alive. Mackenzie was lying on the floor and didn't move. She sat down next to him and buried her face in his muzzle in his fur on the neck.
*Sobs*
The Border Collie opened his eyes and gently stroked Bluey, the girl raised her head and looked at the pale Collie with red eyes from tears:
—Hey, it's okay.-Mackenzie spoke in a hoarse voice, smiling.
—Fool, I thought you were dead.-Bluey clung to him even more tightly, afraid that it would only be a dream.
—Ahem. . .You're going to strangle me.
Two dogs sat under the morning sun and looked at each other. Bluey approached his face and carefully began to examine him:a pale face blushing from embarrassment, black eyes with little flecks, clumsy hairs of wool slid down on his forehead. Bluey closed her eyes and licked Mackenzie's nose, while the guy sat up and lightly bit her ear. This was the Heeler's worst and best day of her life. They were happy no matter what, draining out the sirens of rescuers could be heard in the distance outside the window
The End.
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