murder || harry lewis

prologue

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when i was six, my mother was killed right in front of my innocent eyes, instilling a deep hatred inside of me right from the very start.

i met harry ten years later.

now, we murder together.

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"mummy?" i mumbled, stumbling around in the dark in the direction i thought she'd gone in.

"mummy?" i whimpered, desperate for her to reply, for the familiar comfort of her voice.

i was picked up by large hands and i wriggled, attempting to get out of the foreign grip, but the man took me into a dimly-lit room.

"mummy." i smiled, seeing her kneeling on the floor, her wrists behind her, but i didn't care to notice the pain across her face, and the worry and desperation her eyes held, i only cared for the reassuring fact i could see her.

"hi, honey. you're okay." she spoke slowly and softly, convincing me of her forced and rehearsed words.

i nodded uneasily and was placed on the floor.

"don't move." the large man that'd picked me up growled, letting go of me and pulling a gun from his pocket.

he held it towards my mother and a small whimper found it's way past my lips when a loud bang sounded, challenged by a cut off wail from her.

he smirked, dropping the gun as my mother collapsed and i hurried to her, kneeling by her still side, unknowing of what to do.

"mummy?" i cried, realising she'd never respond again.

"don't move, i'll be back." the man scoffed, walking out.

i checked he'd left, before shuffling over to where he'd previously been standing, and picked up the cold, heavy weapon, bringing it with me as i returned to my lifeless mother's side.

at the sound of footsteps, i immediately turned and pulled the trigger, my hands shaking and jumping at the bang.

"you little fucking rascal." the man screamed, clutching his side, and i flinched from the second bang, as another bullet flew into his neck.

i ignored the thud of his large frame as he crashed to the ground, and i reverted my focus back to my mother, sobs escaping my lips as i lay next to her.

twenty minutes later, i was asleep from shock and exhaustion, despite the fact my hair was matted and flushed red from my own mother's blood.

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in which, two desperate teenagers fall in love and uncover secrets about each other, before being forced to go on the run, killing in the process.