A police man walked past my cell, waving his keys around in his hands, taunting me. I hissed and spat at him, but that only made him laugh.
"You've got enough time in here already I think." He laughed, before truning on his heel and strode away, his footsteps echoing down the corridor. I laid down on my bed and closed my eyes. A life sentence. All because that stupid Otto couldn't kill one little, foolish girl. I growled in anger as an image of Otto flashed in my head, I wish that bullet and gone through his heart. I was told yesterday that he was in hospital, recovering. He didn't even get punished. Yelling, I slammed my hand against the wall in frustration. Why hadn't I sent someone else on that assignment? Then all of this fiasco wouldn't have happened, and I would be in my office, taping the newspaper clipping of the girl's death on the wall of my office.
The man in the next cell whimpered in his sleep. I opened one eye and glared at him. I couldn't believe I would have to spend the rest of my life listening to that guy moan and gibber. At least I didn't have to share my cell with anyone. I turned over and stared at the newspaper clipping about the shooting, complete with a picture of Otto sitting up in bed with that girl, grinning. I had torn his face out and now I was staring at the dirty, grey wall where his head should be.
"That's what is going to happen to you when I next see you." I whispered, tearing the newspaper cliping off the wall. "I promise."
I then screwed it up in a ball in my fist, and laughed
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Killer Child
Historia Corta14-year-old Otto James is trained to do one thing and one thing only. Kill. But when his first assignment goes badly wrong, he finds himself falling for the girl he's meant to kill. Will Otto be able to reveal his dark secret to her? Or will he igno...
