Angelic Sins (Part 1)

Chapter 5: AGS

People call her the orphan keeper. That term angers me, though it is quite true. "Keeper." Reminds me of a zoo worker harboring animals. Deborah Synn...49 years old. An abuser, a manipulator, a thief. She is the one in charge of Riversdale Orphanage. The orphanage had just received a $50,000 donation from a state wide fundraiser last year. No one would be able to tell. Nothing got fixed, the
orphans are still in rags, and the building is practically falling down around them. She on the other hand, is driving a new Camaro, to and from her paid off 3-story home. A home I know very well.

I walk the hard-wood floors of the elongated hallway in a silent darkness that even demons would hide from. As I open the door to what is big enough to be a second living room, I see her sound asleep in her king size bed, with her silk, royal blue bedding. I can definitely see the investments she's made with the money. No pictures of family or friends high-fived the walls. The only images hanging in gold frames were self-portraits of her yearly changing appearances. I walk over to her bed where she lay snoring; grab her ankle and snatch her onto the cold waxed floor.

She jerks awake, quickly turning on the bedside lamp.

"Who are you!? And what are you doing in my house?" she yells at me looking at the cut phone wire.

I calmly approach her and put a paper document in front of her. I nod toward the pen resting on her nightstand.

"Sign it." I say lifting the barrel of the silent pistol to her left eye.

Without a mutter, she signs the document. I take a picture of it and send it to my FBI connection, AGS. Five minutes later I receive a text back.

Filed.

That was all I needed to see.

"W-what is it?" She says looking at me, then the document, then back at me.

"Your dying will." I respond nonchalantly, as I grab her by the hair and drag her across the room.

She kicks and screams for mercy, but I am already zoned out of the conversation. I open the door to her
balcony, and stand her up in the wind of night. She shivers in the cold, looking around for the gun I have already put back into its holster.

"Why are you doing this? I don't deserve any of this!"

I start to ignore her, but I decide to let her know why she is doomed for death as my good deed for the year.

"I'm sure the children at the orphanage are wondering the same thing about how you've treated them. Too bad you won't live long enough to give them the answer they deserve."

I lift up; grab the curtain rod above the door for momentum, and let my black bottomed gym shoes meet the base of her chest. She bolts over the rail falling head first all the way to the bottom. I peek over the rail, watching the blood pour from all angles of her body. It's a good thing that the bear traps I set earlier were down there to break her fall.

HEADLINE: Orphanage Director Deborah Synn found dead, months after filing her will, leaving all of her wealth to Riversdale Orphanage!