❝𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧, 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥❞
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"I'm here, because I couldn't stand it. You being so close," he pushes a strand of hair behind my ear, "yet so far. You're beautiful. You're pretty, smart and so attractive."
I hold my b...
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I look at the girl sleeping beside me. She got tired of her own blabbering and dozed off. The things she told me weren't exactly pleasent.
Her long black hair falls over her pale face as she dozes with her head on the table. Her diamond face shaped and heart shaped lips, her long lashes, everything have been made to look exaggerated by her make up. She looks like someone sent to seduce a man for information.
Her eyes are closed. But I know those green eyes. They're the color of a forest, light and dark at the same time, sparkling with life and hope.
She's pretty, young, hopeful, innocent.
She should stay away from me, but she only keeps coming closer to me. No matter what I do. I'm dangerous. I can destroy her.
I was unwanted you see.
That's what she told me. I try not to listen to her, but somehow I've gotten fond of that voice. It used to feel like a fork dragging across a blackboard and now it sounds divine. Just divine.
Little Devil I was.
She had said that too. She looks like anythign but a devil. She looks like an angel.
I sigh and stand up from the seat, and glance around.
Ravi is missing.
Vijay, Shravan, Avni and Shanaya left earlier.
Nikita's friend Sarika is also missing. It's convenient how she and Ravi go missing at the same time, always. But it's not my place to say anything to them.
Seeing no one around, I gently put an arm around Nikita's waist, lifting her up into my arms. This has happened before, I couldn't leave her alone in such a place while she was asleep.
The first time this happened, I'd cursed mother universe for leaving me stranded with this girl. Now, I'm used to it.
She mumbles something in my arms, I inhale the strong and bold perfume she's wearing. It's intoxicating. I sigh.
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I find that guy within seconds. The guy at the club, who had made a comment about Nikita's dressing sense. It took me a laptop and my hands to find out his name, house, room number, room mate, stream, parents name, contact information and all that stuff.
Zaheer Nivedi
Bad luck for him. I don't like poeple who disrespect others. It's not for Nikita I'm doing this, she's nothing special to me, I'm doing this for satiating the silent killer inside me.
I can kill within campus of the school without repurcussions. I can do anything within the boundaries of this school. My father owns it.
Rockrex university, the university for the children who look unlike other Indians, the school for the rich, the elite, the spoiled school on the RockRex Island, My parents own it.
They own the whole island.
I look at Shravan, my roommate in a deep slumber on the bed. I close the laltop and decide to pay Mr. Nivedi a visit. He's going to regret his existence.
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I travel the forest, with little noise. I'm silent, and I love the fact I can move through trees without making a single noise.
Zaheer sits on a rock, with weed in his hands and some chick with him- both of them smoking the weed.
What a shit way to die, while smoking weed.
The girl laughs at something he says, her voice annoying and super high piched.
I still look at them from afar. How should I kill him? Should I let the girl leave? Should I make him beg for his life before I shoot him?
I weigh the pistol in my hand, it's heavy but familiar to me. Should I shoot and give him a painless death? Or make it pain like hell?
I aim the pistol in his direction. It's dark, I can't see much but his silhouette. It's difficult to shoot without light. But, I can do it.
I aim at his head, not afraid the bullet will miss its target. I cock the gun, which has its silencer on.
They don't notice me.
I put my thumb over the trigger, and, click.
I turn away and disappear into the trees, knowing the bullet found its mark. The scream of the girl confirms it.
They call me the sniper because of this precise reason. I've never ever missed a shot.
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