"A tiny butterfly flapping it's wings today, may lead to a devastating hurricane weeks from now."
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n. "...A phenomenon in which a small perturbation in the initial condition of a system results in large changes in later conditions. Such phenom...
"Every broken heart has screamed at one time or another: Why can't you see who I truly am?"
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🌟 Knife:28
Gun: 12
~Route: "A"~
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Perhaps a gun, is a little too extreme. Though, I'd personally disagree. Nothing is too extreme, when dealing with the asshole Gene. However, my good morals are getting the best of me. Besides, where would I be, if one of my neighbours heard a gunshot... Probably have my ass in court, that's where.
I turned to my right, taking quiet movements towards the right. I reached over to my knife stand, grabbing the most suited one, for an bastard like Gene. I held the weapon at my side, walking careful steps, into the living room. Perhaps it would be flick on a light, so I could see them. Or, even a flashlight! But, I don't want to alert them of where I am, in case they are armed.
I spotted the outline of an individual, shuffling around my living area. Crouching slightly, I took careful steps towards; well, judging by the stature, it was most likely a male... Gene. I mean, who else would it freaking be?
The way he was taunting me, earlier. He somehow found out where I lived, before. He's probably here to fuck with me. What's new about that?
I made my way behind the figure, slowly lifting my knife. I didn't intend to kill him. My only goal here, was to wound him. Gene has such a terrible crime history, that I could mostly get away it was claiming it as self-defense. They would most likely take my word for it. And, I wouldn't entirely lying. He broke into my house.
"Take this you son of a bitch," I whispered, as I jumped straight up, striking my knife into, what I assumed, was their shoulder.
Their was a sharp cry of pain, as the figure toppled over. I hovered above him, balling my fists, and feeling like a damn monster. I can't believe I just stabbed someone. Regardless of whom, I just freaking stabbed someone! Holy shit! Am I fucking insane?!
Panicking a little inside, I darted over to my nearest light switch, quickly flicking it on, so I could see the damage I caused. My heart was racing, and I felt dizzy. What if I hit him somewhere fatal?! I can't deal with another damn death, in this house! The police would probably think I'm killing people, and forging it to seem like a suicide! I mean, this time, that's probably what I did, but not with Travis! Damn it, damn it, damn it! Why am I so freaking dumb?! I need to think things through, better!
With a gun, I probably would've missed entirely. I can't aim for shit! Holy crap, I need to stop panicking for a freaking second, and check to see if he's alive! Maybe I can call an ambluence, if I did any serious harm! I still can't believe I did that, though. My emotions are everywhere, and I feel like I'm about to start crying any second. Cry and vomit, at the same time.
I slowly turned around, to meet eyes, with blue ones. The person I had hit, clutched their arm, as the leaned themselves over my chair. My heart raced, as the breathed my name, in utter pain.
"Z-Zane..?!"
I held a hand on my mask, where my mouth was located, and my breathing hitched. Like I had promised, small tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, as I got a better look, of who I hit. I think I'm going to genuinely be sick...
"GARROTH?!"
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