"Please, Don't hurt me!!!" I say as tears run down my face and I clench my mother's dead hand as I scream to the man that killed her.
He smiles. His perfect straight white teeth contrasting with his dark attire.
"Don't worry, not yet." I shut my eyes fearing for what was going to come.
"When my father comes home, he will call the police and you will be caught," I tell him. I open my eyes to see him a foot away and staring at my face. My heart jumps. How did he get so close and so fast?
"Your father won't call the police unless you want to die..." he whispers into my ear as I force myself to not cry again. I cannot let him get the pleasure in seeing me in pain.
"Your father should be home soon enough." He adds and as if on queue, I hear the garage door open and my father's car comes in. " DAD!!" I scream "run away! Don't come into the house! PLEASE! GET HELP!!!"
"Andreea?" I hear a low voice filled with worry and he opens the door. "What's wron-" he stands at the door that connects with the garage and the kitchen eyes wide with shock.
"W-what?" He steps back and bumps into the closed door behind him.
"Who are you?" The man just smiles and stands up while taking out a gun.
I start to cry again. "Please don't," I beg "have you no heart? You just killed my mom! We never did anything to you!!" I stare at the man with tears in my eyes. The man sighs. "See, that is where you are wrong. You destroyed me. My family, my reputation, everything."
"What are you talking about?" I ask confusedly. " I have never seen you in my life." He glares at me. "Your machine did." My breath catches in my throat. "I-it was destroyed." I gasp. "In the fire!" The man sneered, eyes staring into mine with pure, raw, hate. "Your creation killed my family, destroyed my business, burned my home, right in front of me." His eyes blazed with so much anger I could feel it. "It destroyed everything I loved and worked for just to prove me wrong." I look at my father who has a large stick in his hand. He looks at me and nods his head. I shake my head in warning and the man notices my movement. He raises his eyebrows and turns
to my father. "This is for my daughters" he yells and lifts the gun to my fathers chest.
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Science FictionA girl has 5 minutes to run for her life. If she gets caught, we'll... let's hope that doesn't happen.
