"I am dying, don't lie to me, I know."
"No, no, you'll be fine..." Came a paniced voice.
"Now you're just lying to me, how pitiful."
Kathryn held her passing brother in her arms, tears falling heavily from her golden eyes. Her father- their father- had shot the lost soul. A trail of liquid crimson leaked from his lips.
Panic rose to desperation as her brother coughed, his breathing going more ragged than before. He looked up at his baby sister with a smirk.
"I love you, sister. Do...do one last thing for me...kill that bastard."
That, my dears is what started dear Kathryn's murderous career...
(108 words my friends, enjoy this short little beginning to an end.)
