He found her there, in her pathetic attempt to hide. She was sitting on the floor, bracing her knees, shivering in fear and shock. She was covered in blood, none of hers yet; crying, but without uttering a sound. Her tears were falling silently, leaving a trace throught her dirty face. Not so pretty now.
He could listen to all her thoughts, but he would never understand how she felt... not that he care, actually.
She had lots of questions, "Why me? Why am I here? Why didn't it go as planned? Am I going to die like this, in a place like this?".
He grined, looking down at her without a single heartbeat of pitty. He didn't feel sorry for her. After all, he had already told her it is not wise to question oneself upon imminent death. And he didn't like her questions. Actually, he didn't like questions at all.
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Boring. That's how it felt after he had finished. She had been an easy pray.
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Mystery / Thriller"That's how destiny works. It was all set, you shouldn't have run from it."
