The Greater Good

"Who are you?"

"A friend of your brother's," she responds coolly. "Though I'll admit we haven't been friends for long. In fact, I'm not even really sure we are friends- not after I shot him." Her fingers brush the gun strapped to her thigh.

All the warmth leaves my body and is replaced with pure ice. My body freezes and I suddenly lose all sense as my mind begins to race. Noah couldn't be dead-she only said he shot him. There was a chance he could still be alive. But, if he were still alive, he would be suffering from blood loss. I've seen enough TV shows and movies to know that even the smallest gunshot wound could be serious.

"Honestly, I did him a favor." My fear seems to be fueling the woman's fire. "That boy was far too sweet for this world. Think of it as preserving his beauty."

She still hasn't said he was dead. He could still be alive.

Every inch of my being wanted to throw myself at her and keep swinging until the obnoxious smirk left her face. My feet, however, remain stuck to the ground and I am left to stare at her as she stopped in front of me.

"What do you want from me?" I demand, though my voice comes out as barely above a whisper.

The woman's smirk widens into a smile that sent shivers down my spine. "Power."