Dream

At six.

Warning⚠ : mention of blood, a little bit of gore and trauma.

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At six I saw a nightmare

I saw the blood of my parents pool near my feet. My red dress getting dyed with crimson.

I saw the black rug which the bad men secured on my head to take me with them.

I was scared, so i fell asleep to not feel anything.

I fell asleep thinking that this was just a nightmare and when I would wake up, I would wake up to the smell of pancakes made by mama.

At six I saw a nightmare.....and when I woke up I was living through it.

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Justice.

Something rarely given to the people who need it.

I was one of them.

Was.

I just figured out it was mine to take, not someone else's to give.

Sitting on the roof top of Ricotta, one of the five star rated restaurant, I aim my gun at the guy swimming in his booked private pool.

It would be hard to take a short from such afar without a laser for an assassin.....good thing I'm the best one.

I aim the gun taking a deep breath to control unnecessary shaking and movement of my body. calming myself I take the shot.

The movements in the pool halt. The water changing into crimson near his head.

Such a beautiful color.

I take a moment to take in the sight of dead Fredrick Jamie, mentally adding it to the collection of dead men in my nightmare. Each one of them had a part to play in it.

I secure the gun to my thigh and leave being content with the hole I put in his useless skull. My heels clank across the floor, drowning the sound of pee pee poo poo siren as I walk down the stairs.

Fredrick and his friend Eliot played a part in the day shit went down hill. It were there provided weapons and hacking gadgets, the goons used to break into my home.

Now with Fred floating like a dead fish with a hole in his bald head, I'm going to move to Eliot.

Fred and Eliot own a business together which makes illegal weapons for fuckers doing illegal activities. Shit for breaking in, shit for hacking, viruses, guns, bombs, missile guns...you name it.

Their friendship seemed to hit a crack when dear Fred asked to divide the company.

It was Fred's ideas and brain which right now is floating in the pool that made there company wealthy. Eliot was the sponsor. He wasn't that rich but had enough for Fred to get his resources to make the said illegal shit happen.

Fred thought now that the business was sky rocketing, a sponsor isn't needed anymore. He doesn't needs Eliot's half a million sponsor ship when he can have Eliot's one million share.

Such a good betrayal story no?..... a story I made up to frame Eliot as the murderer.

Yeah they're actually best friends. Sucks to suck but anyways..

You see how this ends is with Eliot being so money hungry that he got his partner murdered by an assassin. That assassin being me duh.

How would they know that the assassin was sent by Eliot? you see Eliot's men carry some dumb batch with them which is the logo of there cartel. I managed to get the batch because I'm me.