One Rule

The end cause I'm lazy

She walked into the dim, dark, abandoned junkyard, you could hear the crickets chirping, the smell of car oil lingering in the air, strands of silky moonlight glimmered on the old rusty cars. As she continued through the junkyard, she was met with a familiar glare, those piercing amber eyes, shooting daggers.

"Long time no see, Aria," he said mischievously as he emerged from the shadows.

"Look, I came here to find out about my mother, not to have tea," she spat bitterly.

Taken aback by what she said he replied calmly, "Ahhhh, just like your mother, so feisty, yet so very stubborn."

She was fuming, "You have NO right to talk about her like that, Gryffin," she hissed. Oh, how she hated that name, she hated that man for everything he did.

He started to walk towards her, "Don't call me that," he said through gritted teeth. As she drew out her gun, he stopped walking and raised his hands up. "One more step, and I will shoot you." she said in a threatening tone,

"Pull the trigger and you'll never know what happened to your mom," he said coldly.

"Tell me; why you killed my mother," she said through gritted teeth, "TELL ME WHY YOU KILLED MY MOTHER!" she screamed. Her face went pale, she was shaking as a tear rolled down her cheek. "Why, why did you do it?" she was trembling, the gun was shaking, there was a sudden gust of wind, making her hazel brown hair flow behind her, tears streamed down her face like a river, "Why? Why my mom? Not me. Not my dad, but why my mom, why Michelle Stone?" her voice cracked as she said that.

"Well, my darling-" he chuckled.

"DON'T. CALL ME THAT!" she screamed.

"WELL IF YOU WANT ME TO EXPLAIN YOU, BETTER SHUT UP, VOUS CHINNE," He roared.

"You better shut up, vous chinne," she mimicked in a high pitched voice.

"Wrong choice princess," he snarled as he lunged at her but she was too quick. BANG. She had shot him in the leg.

"Crap," he grunted, he managed to stand up, his beige slacks soaked with his ruby red blood, the bullet wedged in his leg, he tried not to grimace as he stood up limping.

"ANSWER. MY. QUESTION," she demanded

"When hell freezes over, princess," he said in between breaths.

"I will shoot you again," she said coldly.

"Fine. End my life here," he said calmly, "End it now, It will all be over as soon as you pull the trigger."

"I-" she stammered.

"Just pull the trigger," he said.

She took a deep breath in and positioned herself.

"JUST PULL THE DAMN TRIGGER," he yelled, his voice as deep as thunder.

As if on cue, it started to rain, she pushed on the trigger and a bullet shot through the air, hitting his chest. He collapsed, sprawled over the ground, his face had gone pale, a pool of blood surrounded him.

A wave of relief washed over her. She had done it. She had killed him, it was over, everything was over. It felt like a huge weight had been lifted off her chest. She let out a deep sigh and left the junkyard with a vigorous last step.