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Crime Scene

Sirens blared again, each three seconds after the other. Consistent. Almost never ending. He started to sweat, breathing heavily. Thoughts racing inside his head. The faint screams grew louder, the guns shots seemed closer. By now, people were banging on the doors, trying to get out. Crawling their way through the shield of people. Panic lingered in the air. There was no way out anyway. Who knew a museum could be like a prison in the matter of seconds. Who would you save? The crying baby? The weeping woman? The elderly man? The confused teenager? Or even yourself?

Valentino stepped back, his once fiery green eyes grew dull, motionless. He managed to snap out of his mental trance, regaining his movement as he propelled himself to the stair case in the far left of the room, his hands were shaking, his legs soon following. His body felt unresponsive for some reason, almost..late in movement. He moved in closer to try and open the door, he tried banging it, slamming against it. He knew it was locked, he just didn't want to believe it. He had hope for some reason. Maybe it was all a dream? Impossible. He would've woken up by now. He grew dizzy from banging against it. It was hopeless. They would all die.

Valentino walked down the stairs again, clutching hold of his phone and dialling 999, he took a deep breath, leaving it on record. His eyes widened when he heard the door hinges break, a few moments later, the door was kicked clean off. The door was the only way to get out of here. Now there isn't any chance. He could hear heels tapping against the stairs, it was the girl. Worst thing is, she had a gun now.

"No one move, or ill shoot." She ordered, she wore a dress, with black lace at the bottom and a white heart shaped centre piece. Her hair was out by now, resting against her shoulders as her eyes looked along the crowd. Valentino heard a rustle of fabric. He soon heard a thud. She shot someone. She really shot someone. The small child tried to console his crying mother, making him join the man on the floor too. Valentino dared not to breath, his heart was pounding. He would die. Its all over.

Another bullet was fired off into the crowd. Five people in total were killed. Five families, five careers, five humans, five lives..each gone. No one even knew their names. Valentino took sharp, small breaths. Careful not to move. "Now. You, give me the keys." She ordered, her eyes burning into him. Valentino tried to move but he couldn't. He soon remembered his phone.

The police must be hearing this by now. He just needed to find a way to say the location. Valentino walked towards the female. His head spinning as he slowly moved towards her, slipping his hand inside his pocket and taking out his keys. He bent down and left them on the floor, his eyes lowering. Almost to show as if he wasn't going to play any tricks. He took a deep breath, trying to almost regain his mental state.

She looked almost the same age as him, her tanned skin showed her main features due to the light. How can someone not feel anything after killing someone. No guilt crossed her eyes. Nothing. Just, fog.

"I said give me the keys. Not leave them on the floor you useless piece of trash.." He hissed, her finger pulling the trigger. Valentino's eyes widened, the immense pain filled him with a five second delay. She shot him. He coughed blood, his eyes narrowing and he tried to keep stable. Body moving here and there. It cant be. This is impossible. He had so much to do. So much to prove. His eyes grew dim by the second. He couldn't handle the pain and he dropped to his knees. How pathetic..he couldn't even speak. Was this it? He would remembered as nothing. The image of the girl who shot him was clear when he fell on the floor, the smug smirk she had, her long black hair, the monotone eyes that seemed to hold no basic human emotion.His eyes soon closed as his heart started beating faintly.

She killed him.