Eyes were peering back at her. The eyes were small, innocent, and helpless. They were the eyes of the innocent. She approached the set of eyes. Another set of eyes appeared. They were defensive eyes, staring her down. She raised her shotgun and placed the cold, metal barrel between the smaller set of eyes. He finger hovered over her trigger. There would be no regrets. The defensive eyes screamed.The trigger was pulled. Light flashed. The smaller set of eyes was torn apart. Blood splattered on her face. The defensive eyes remained still. She put her hand on the defensive eyes. There was a hole through the defensive eyes where the innocent eyes once peered. Warm blood was on her hands from touching the body. She had done her job. Innocence was slaughtered and no one stopped it. She had rid the world of the one thing she once loved. None of that mattered. Not anymore.
