"Greenfield is a killed or be killed kind of place, you gotta be ready or next thing you know, you'll be the next victim."
Greenfield was once a happy, peaceful place, but one small incident and the town takes a turn for the worst.
Demons, ghouls, v...
The crowd watched in shock, unaware that Rihanna was capable of this. To the town she seemed like an innocent entertainer but now she was more than that, she was a murderer.
As she watched the crowd begin to panic, she slipped away and managed to grab her coat and bloody umbrella before leaving the building.
She jogged through the rain, hoping to get to a hiding area before authorities showed up, but was disappointed once she heard the blaring sirens behind her.
She opened her umbrella and let the rain wash the blood off of it, figuring that would draw some of the suspicion away from her.
It worked for a while, but the authorities weren't fooled completely and Rihanna soon heard a loud "freeze" from behind her.
Without thinking, she darted off, and later heard sirens and footsteps chasing after her. People on the sidewalk moved out of her path and cars on the street pulled over so the streets were clear for the police cars to get through.
By now, she had closed her umbrella to man it easier the run, but the only thing making it hard for her now was what she was gonna do if she was caught, which she knew was highly possible.
She drifted in the forest, fading into the trees far enough for the sirens to escape her hearing.
She didn't know where she was going, but she knew she couldn't get caught, and that's what she was going on.
She used more speed and energy than she actually had to dart through the forest, getting closer to passing out with each step.
She began to hear footsteps behind her again, which tempted her to run faster, but her body didn't have the strength to.
She reached a cliff, stopping at the edge and looking around.
She didn't have any where else to go besides jumping and landing in the river at the bottom, or making the deadly effort to jump to the cliff on the other side.
She heard the policemen getting closer behind her, close enough to see their shadows in the distance.
She had to think fast, but she obviously wasn't thinking fast enough. Jumping wasn't an option, even though it seemed like the only way.
Soon, she was surrounded by policemen and she was inches away from the cliff edge.
She was ordered to put her hands up, but she refused to go down with a fight, so she reached it one of her pockets, gripping a gun.
She was threatened to be shot if she didn't show her hands, but she proceeded to pull the gun out, pointing it at them.
Before they could get another threat out, Rihanna began shooting. They tried to shoot as well, but missed and were shot instead.
There was then one policeman left, and he stood, his hands shaking in fear while holding his gun.
Rihanna could tell he was new to his job and laughed at his nervousness, stepping closer to him.
Eventually, his hands shook hard enough to make the gun slip out of his hands, and next thing he know, it was in Rihanna's.
"See, I could shoot you," Rihanna teases, looking at the gun, "or I could do worse."
The man gripped onto his walkie-talkie, backing away from Rihanna.
"Or... I could let you go, and you tell no one about this," Rihanna whispered, but the man quickly snatched the walkie-talkie out of his belt, trying to call for help but seconds later ended up on the ground looking up at Rihanna.
"So, that's what you wanna do?" Rihanna chuckled, stepping on the man's wrist and picking up the walkie-talkie, crushing it between her fingers.
Out of fear, the man shoved Rihanna's leg off of his wrist, trying to run away into the forest, but froze up as he looked down and seen the sharp tip of the umbrella peeking through his shirt as bloody dripped from it.
The umbrella was pushed through further, until it was completely through. Rihanna turned him around, leading his motionless body towards the cliff as if he was a puppet, shoving him off and sending him towering to the bottom.
As he descended down the cliff, the umbrella opened, causing his fall to slow down and send blood flying everywhere.
He floated down to the bottom, landing in the river and flowing with the current.
Nobody escapes their brutal fate when my umbrella is in hand.
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