Murder On Ice

View of The Murderer

"No..." he whispered as he slowly backed away from me.

"Why are you scared?" I asked, smirking.

I held the gun out and pointed it to his head. His eyes filled with fear. I couldn't help but to laugh. He looked like he was ready to wet his pants. Each passing second fueled my raging anger. I snapped. With a flick of my thumb I cocked the gun. His eyes widened even more if that was possible.

"Don't move or think about it." I said, grinning. I shot him.

"Why?" he breathed out.

"Because you deserved it sweetie." I turned on my heels and walked away from the scene.

In the distance, the sirens were getting louder and louder.