Perfect

01

12 years later
Location: Chicago, Illinois
Time: 11:39pm
POV: 3rd person

Malaysia dug her hands deep in her hoodie pockets as she walked towards the gas station doors. Normally you couldn't catch Malaysia outside this late by herself. But after what she did, she needed a drink. She needed a distraction before reality kicked in.

Taking a few deep breathes as she walked toward the back of the store. Her shakey hands pulled open the freezer, grabbing a small bottle of vodka. The jingle of the gas station door being open could be heard behind her. Not paying it any attention, Malaysia pulled another freezer open grabbing a small bottle of orange juice.

"NO SKI MASKS IN THE STORE!" The cashier yelled the front of the store.

Still not making it any mind, Malaysia turned into another aisle looking for snacks.

"Breathe, Lay, breathe." Malaysia whispered to herself as she squatted down to see switch chips she wanted. "You did good, it was perfect. Mommy would be proud."

"Put yo fucking hands up nigga!" A deep voice doomed throughout the store.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." Malaysia cursed to herself in her head.

Slowly crawling toward the front of the store, Malaysia peeked her head out seeing the back of a tall skinny man with a ski mask pointing a gun to the old black cashier. She watched as the cashier slowly put his hands up not taking his eyes off the man. The man pulled off his ski mask. Though she couldn't see the mans face, she watched as his dreads hit in his shoulders.

"Ka-" the cashier shakily started before getting interrupted.

"Bitch don't say my fucking name." The man cut the cashier off. "Gimme me one reason I shouldn't blow yo shit back right now."

Soon as the old man started to open his mouth a bullet was shot directly in the middle of his head. Malaysia didn't flinch. The man spat on the cashiers dead body before bending down to the body. He whispered something to the body before the pulling his phone out, typing something before walking out.

Malaysia watched him until he got in his black suv, speeding off. She waited a few minutes before running to the register. She stared at the old man with blank face. It would be the 4th dead body she's seen today. At this point, she couldn't even be fazed by it.

"Fuck it." Malaysia grabbed a few plastic bags, running back through the aisles. "Might as well empty this bitch out."

She quickly filled her bags with snacks, drinks, and liquor speed walking to the door. Stopping to go back to grab some sticks from behind the counter, making sure not to step on any blood. Flipping her hood on, Malaysia ran to her car. She quickly started up her car, pulling out the lot. As she was pulling out, 4 black cars pulled up.

"What the fuck?" She slowly said as she looked out rear view mirror seeing 10 guys in all black get out the cars and turn into the store with duffle bags. Thank you.

She sped into her apartment complex, quickly making her way to her place. Malaysia closed the door, taking a deep breath while she unzipped her black hoodie which revealed her bloody clothes. She showered before tossing the bloody clothes in a plastic bag. After her shower, she dug in her closet pulling out a smalls bottle of acid, bleach, peroxide and scissors.