He was relishing in the cheers of his fans. I was standing backstage, disguised as part of the staff. "Thank you for coming." he screamed into the mic and took a bow. The fans screamed and chanted his name. It should have been mine, I bitterly thought.
He bowed once more and ran backstage. He was walking towards his waiting room and I followed, telling the others that I'll take care of him. He collapsed on his chair and took the towel I offered him. "It was a good show." I congratulated him, clapping him on the back. "Thank you. Are you new?" he asked me, a curious tone in his voice.
I nodded, my hands stretching behind my back to reach for the cool handle of a gun. "What's your name?" he asked as I took small steps, approaching him. Lifting up the barrel to his temple, I smirked. I could see the fear swirling in his brown depths as he unconsciously gulped.
"Your worst nightmare." I pulled the trigger and felt the bullet bury into his head. I grinned maniacally and went out of the door, after placing the gun in his hands.
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03 09 | m.yg [seven] √
Fanfiction{Part 7, Ethereal Deaths} A revenge of one who doesn't know the true intention of giving. The tale of the giving tree, of sorts, retold. [Also available on: Asianfanfics (blackfantasies_) Ao3 (illusionary_dreams)]
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