Killing Me Gently

Can't love a dead chick, that was the only thing she was wrong about.

She was, in a word, mesmerizing. Her electric blue hair was shaved on one side. And she moved as a gazelle prancing through the meadow while she ended the lives of the four men. The majestic woman turned toward me, the world was moving in slow motion as she flipped her hair out of her face. I watched as she walked toward me, then she started running. As she grew closer, I noticed her expression, anger. She pointed her gun right at my forehead.