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Zack Thomas had killed more than a hand full of people in days. He'd blackmailed, tortured, and mentally tormented the minds of families where his actions produced victims. He hadn't cared about the advice others gave, never truly feeling the repercussions of his actions. It was only when it happened to him did he start to think.

Zack was at the church that Tuesday morning, repenting for his sins. He stood at the front of the church, eyes on the ground, asking forgiveness for his actions. He asked for forgiveness for the lives he had ruined and taken. His actions had cost him his family, and he now sought to change his ways.

Zack didn't hear someone walk into the church. What he did hear was the woman's mocking laughter as it rang off the walls of the church with an echo.

Zack turned around to see a woman standing near the entrance of the church. And she looked terrible. She wore a bold black dress and her long her was a mess. But the look on her face almost frightened Zack. It was the look of someone who had clearly lost their mind.

"Look at who it is" the woman sang.

"Are you ok?" Zack asked, with a sceptical look.

"Am I ok?" the woman mused. "AM I OK?"

"Guess not" Zack muttered.

"SHUT UP!" she screamed. "You don't know who I am do you?"

"No, why would I?", Zack replied. He felt uncomfortable being in the same room as this phsyco. He wanted to leave as soon as he could. He started to walk towards the door. Even though it meant walking right past her, it meant leaving now rather than later. He preferred to leave now.

"STAND BACK!." Zack carried on walking. "STOP!"

Then the woman did something that Zack didn't expect. The woman reached into her dress and brought out a gun.

Zack jumped back out of shock.

"Wow there. Put the gun away", Zack told her.

The woman gave a snicker at his reaction. She was definitely crazy.

"You don't know me do you? You've met my husband, but you won't remember him will you? You just killed him, with not the slightest bit of care, didn't you. Well you know what...."

She aimed the gun at Zack.

"Put the gun down, you don't want to do this", Zack said slowly, hands up, trying to make his way one step at a time towards the woman. "Trust me"

That was the wrong thing to say. The woman started ranting again.

"Trust you. Trust YOU! You b%#@$%d hypocrite, how dare you say that. YOU HAVE NO RIGHT! All those people you killed, without a thought, and you try to stop me. NO! you've had this coming. You've had this coming for a long time"

"GODDAMMIT WOMAN, you're in a church-"

"SHUT UP!"

The woman fired a bullet. It missed him. The woman wasn't thinking straight, and Zack thought he could use that to his advantage. He dashed towards her but that was still the wrong move to make.

The moment Zack started running; the woman began to panic, shooting like mad. Just as Zack had reached her, his face masked in rage, arms out to grab her, she shot him from point black range. And it hit.

Zack's face twisted in pain, and he collapsed to the floor. One of his hands went to blood that was now seeping through his shirt.

Looking at Zack, realisation of her actions started to set in. She looked down at the gun she was holding, and dropped it as if the very touch burnt her. She looked at Zack, who still tried to reach for her.

His face gave a pleading look as he sought help from the woman in front of him.

The woman took a step back from the man dying in front of her, and then another. Then she was running out of the church, as far away from the man as she could, her mind racing with fear of what she had just done.

Zack was left on the floor of that church, to life his last moments full of pain and regret. His strength slowly drained from him and the cold embraces of death consumed what little energy he had left.