A quiet night and wooden floors splattered with blood.
A quiet night indeed.
Dusk approached just on time.
One more bullet left for one last person.
His revenge was how he always had imagined it;
Wonderful and sweet.
It gave him warm butterflies in the pit of his stomach just thinking about what he had done.
At last, he felt like he had accomplished something.
At last, he didn't feel judged.
Who was there to judge anymore?
There was one more person.
His biggest enemy, and his most threatening.
Once again, the cool metal of the revolver stayed firm in his palms.
His index finger pushed down the trigger.
Bang.
At last, he was happy.
