A Series of Short Stories

Bloody Mary

Description: Mary's going to get bloody.

Warnings: Death, murder, mentions of sex?

A/N: I hope you enjoy while I try to get out of my 3 month writer's block. This is also short as hell.

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Mary held her head high as she glided down the sidewalk. After her father's sex scandal (his lawyer was pregnant and she had claimed the child was his) she would need to work hard to keep their multi-billion dollar company above the water. Her six inch heels echoed in the silence of the night, as she reviewed the plan in her head. She would arrive at the door of the assassin's house, and demand her money back. Yeah, sounds fool-proof. Not.

Mary knocked at the front door and it creaked open. There was no one behind it. She cautiously stepped in, and closed the door behind her. A lamp was on in the lavishly furnished parlor and a fire had clearly just gone out. The coals were still glowing. Mary inhaled. She could smell blood.

Going deeper into the house, she could see no source for the smell. Also, how did an assassin get murdered? But that was the only explanation for the bloody smell. Mary climbed the staircase, with the plan to check the bedroom and then leave. The house was starting to get creepy; there were signs of recent habitation everywhere. She pushed open a door and saw red. And she saw the barrel of a pistol pointing between her eyes.