Her smile morphed slowly into a frown of horror. Dropping her phone from her shaking hand to the unforgiving floor, it shattered, giving no mercy to her beloved phone. Her knees begin to fall, dragging her body down with them. Before her was the corpse of her father, the man who cared for her Her, fed Her, gave her clothes, gave her an opportunity in life when nobody else Did, with a black bullet hole pierced straight through the middle of his forehead, blood seeped through it, reaching his hair, his ears, and finally the floor. Tears, uncontrollably escaping her eyes followed by deafening screams clambering out of her mouth, echoing through the empty house. She couldn't stop, she was angry, upset, confused, scared, but even more, she was vengeful.
She began to whisper to herself, "Who did this?" The darkness had nothing to say. She began to pipe up, "I said, Who did this?"
Click, clack, click, clack.
The silence, broken by the shoe of a man of the shadows. His sidekick, in the form of a gun, accompanied him by the waist. Blood splattered and smeared along it, ruining it's sleek and shiny finish. The painted look of shock on her face was practically immovable. The mysterious man revealed himself wearing a navy blue suit with a salmon pink the to match the lining of his blazer. His shirt neatly tucked into to his trousers, not a crease in sight, not even his face had one. Every part of him looked prestigious in an entitled way. "Well, I see you've come back home sweetie. How was your day at school?" He says, straightening out his suit.
"How was my day at school?" She repeats, "You just murdered my father and you so casually ask about my day?" Tears streaming down her face.
"Well I mean it would be rude not to."
"Rude? You're talking to me about being rude right in front of this crime scene you've caused, I would consider that Rude."
He starts to chuckle. "I would consider cheating on someone else with the very man they divorced rude but your mother and father didn't seem to understand that. Oh and by the way don't try and call the police as I have as much dirt on you as your mother and father will when they get buried so don't test me."
She looked at him trying not express any emotion, trying not to give herself away, trying not to make herself vulnerable.
He walked closer to her clicking and clacking along the way. Scoffing he said, "Your mother and father are dead now, so why not finish the job and kill their only child." He swiped out his gun and locked it into position, aiming for her head. She couldn't run away, she was frozen, she was weak. "It was nice knowing you, it's just a shame it had to end like this." He pouted before chuckling again.
Bang.
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