Broken Hills

Solana repositioned the gun in her hands before staring stoically into the riflescope. Her next victim was right there. Just a bullet, a single bullet and it will be over for her. Taking a last puff of her cigarette before throwing it on the floor. The assassin pressed her hand slowly against the trigger aiming clearly for the blond woman's head. Her victim was laughing on the phone. She seemed so careless at that moment. A smirk grew on Solana's face. This kill would be the easiest one.

Everything moved slowly, the blond woman turned at the corner of Trvasd Street, a cold and ill-reputed street, showing Solana the back of her head who pulled coldly the trigger. The bullet entered quickly the victim's head, right in the center who didn't even get the time to touch her head and understand what the fuck happened. She felt right on her face, blood splashing out of her wound at a rapidly pace. A quiet cry could be heard. Even if a homeless person saw her body right there, that person would rob her and leave her to die on the cold wet asphalt.

Solana straightened up, a small smile on her face. Mission complete. Right when she was about to flee the scene a noise made her stop right on her track. Heavy steps were going towards her victim's body. Shit. She tensed. Someone had seen her.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 : sexual themes, violence & murder.
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