Life Without Her

Chapter 1

In the dimly lit hallways of the abandoned mansion, the air was thick with the stench of blood and decay. The once-grand home, now a shell of its former self, bore the scars of a brutal attack. Blood streaked the walls, and scattered remnants of shattered lives lay strewn across the floor. The crimson red shade of blood stained on the walls and floors, bodies piled one on top of the other in the hallways leading a trail to where the living room was located. A man dressed in an all black, pinstriped suit with a tie walks down the hallway, his polished shoes clicking on the hardwood floor echoing throughout the silent house. He enters into the living room where his enforcer awaits his arrival, he speaks breaking the long awaited silence in the room.

"Make sure every last one of their heads are bagged and their bodies dumped or burnt " he says menacingly.

His henchmen obey the command that was given to them and begin to behead the bodies that were lying lifeless on the already stained floor of blood.

THUMP

A loud noise was heard from above the mobsters and the man in the all black suit. They all look up, realization dawning on them that someone was still alive. The mobsters look at their leader awaiting his orders, they watch as he slowly pulls out a pair of black latex gloves and puts it on, he then says.

"Find them and bring them to me"

The mobsters nod and spread out in all directions searching for the creator of the noise. Knowing that the noise came from upstairs they all headed up the stairs and to the room above the living room. As they entered the room that was drenched in blood it didn't take long to notice someone was missing.

"There was a woman laying right here, she's gone" says one of the men that was in the room earlier.

Paul notices a trail of blood on the floor that leads to a bathroom across the hall. Without a word he runs up and kicks the door hard with his right foot. A loud scream is heard behind the door as a woman desperately tries to keep the door closed while slipping in her own blood from a wound to her stomach. The scream gave a signal for the other mobsters to make their way over to the bathroom door. They all begin to break down the door, as the woman behind the door cries and pleads to be left alone but her pleas are to no avail as the door falls in. She's dragged out of the bathroom and down the stairs where she is then placed to kneel in front of their leader who's seated in a blood stained chair smoking his brown cigarette. The man stares into her eyes as he leans forward just enough to be face to face with her and blows a puff of smoke into her face, he then speaks his low deep voice filling the room.

" You know that you should be dead, right?" he says a smirk plastered on his face.

The young woman looked him straight in his eyes and say "Fuck you" as she has come to terms that her death was inevitable.

The man smiled, breaking eye contact with the girl to look up to his mobsters.

"Why is she alive? Who is responsible for her survival" He gazed over his minions before him looking for the culprit.

One of his mobsters slowly steps forward and kneels on one knee breaking the silence, admitting that he believed he killed everyone in the room. "I'm sorry sir" he says full of shame.

His superior reaches out patting him on the shoulder giving him a sign of forgiveness, so he thought. The leader purposefully flicks his cigarette onto the floor and asks the mobster to pick it up. He unwillingly obliged to the leader's request reaching forward to retrieve the cigarette from the ground, as he did so, his head facing to the ground, the man reached into his suit pulling out a pistol in one swift motion pressing the gun to the mobster's forehead, firing a bullet through his head. His body drops lifelessly to the ground floor with a loud thud. Paul mutters coldly to the deceased mobster on the floor "Never apologize for your inability to complete your task, you useless piece of shit" as he drags his body away not needing orders from his leader. The leader nods approvingly to his right hand man for knowing what to do. He shifts his attention back to the woman that has a few droplets scattered across her shock filled face. He lightly rests the tip of his pistol between her eyebrows looking coldly gazes pitiless at her.