Running and chasing into the old laboratory, it is illegal. The whole building is made up of uncolored walls, high ceilings, vague lights, somber surroundings with full of scientists whose making unlawful projects-it's not that I care, I am only here to kill. This place sure is BIG. I can't even count how many times I turned every corner for this woman.
She came out of the door frame and went inside a weird elevator; doesn't have a door nor a line to pull and push this thing up and down - it's just floating.
Considering how weird this elevator is, it's also weird how they pulled this shit up.
Inside the door, there's a dead end; in the dead end there's a floating elevator that you can only ride when it comes to you and these things are flying around. There's a 200 meters gap between the door and the other floor, you can either ride or die. In this case, no fool would've jumped.
We reached again to this maze. We run as me and men's are looking for here. We saw here running from every corner, her white lab coat is letting us locate her. I run towards the corner she just turned to and stopped. Facing forward...
I aim on my right,
Seconds have passed,
She showed up, taking a hold of her dear life, breathing as if she's taking a 10 year worth oxygen, hands on her knees, she thinks she lost us.
She looked in my corner.
Her short blonde hair covering it's shocked and defeated face,
poor woman,
I pulled the trigger and shot straight through her brain.
Laying there, I came over her and watch her still unrecovered shocked-face. I looked into my gun and back to her. A clean cut-through, didn't think it will pass through her. I told my men to clean these mess up.
From then, I felt the real gun to my hand.
She's the person I killed.
I woke up after that and feel the gun in my hand; the heaviness, thickness and how I held it in my hand. As I opened my eyes, I saw my right arm - twitching with it's placement of holding a gun.
I closed my eyes, I still can feel the guilt of killing her.
I know it's not real but it felt like it.
I was ready to kill her. No hesitation, No mercy.
I still remember her positioned body and her short blonde hair that lies under her face.
Why didn't you followed the rules? You could've lived.
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