Creepy Little One-Shots

The Gun

The gun glowed silver in the dim light looking almost ethereal. She reached out a hand to touch it the feeling the sleek, shining, biting cold of the sleeping monster, marveling at it sick beauty. 

she sensed someone behind her but didn't turn.

"Put down the gun." The voice was flat, obviously cared, trying it hardest not to show it.

She ignored it.

"Put it down." The voice was getting really nervous now.

She smiled. A thin snake like smile, more of a smirk, and turned around, the gun held  in a steady grip, pointed straight at his chest.

She flicked the safety catch, its sound echoing, sounding almost like the gun shot it self.

The man's eyes widened.

So did her smile.

 The sound of the actual shot rang like music to her ears. The sound of freedom.

Reaching down she wet her hands with his blood and flicked it on his face, then, laughing she stepped over his still body and out the door, her laugh echoing through the winding halls.