Paul took his last breathes while Leena pulled the knife out from his heart. A pool of blood had now formed around his frozen body. She panted hard while tightly holding the cold bloody knife in her left hand. She stared at the family who now layed motionless on the floor. She slowly stood placing the weapon on a table nearby, as she grabbed the gasoline, now ready to burn the dead bodies. She took one last look at the lifeless individuals before pouring the gas over them. Not one inch of guilt fell upon Leena's cold soul. She lit a match and with a flick of her wrist, threw the small burning flame at the kids and their parents. A grin forced upon her face, and she waited long enough for her lungs to fill up with smoke, so that the authorities would believe that she barely made it out alive. As Leena was leaving, she stepped on the mother's head, which was now detached from her combusted corpse.
After the time came, Leena ran out to the local police department. "Help me!" She yelled hoarsely, still tired from the fire, and the running. "My family's house is burning!" A police officer came to Leena's aide. "Are you alright?" He asked worridly, resting his hands on her shoulders. Leena coughed and flashed him a wretched look. He immediately lifted his hands and stepped back, shocked of what had just happened. Two nurses then came in to pull Leena into the emergency room, and fire sirens began to go off. Leena's wicked eyes watched him as she vanished into the hospitals doors. The officer stood still in awe, biting his lips, with his hands clutched tightly together. Just then, the secretarys familiar voice startled him. "Are you okay?" She asked concerned. The officer nodded his head looking at her wide-eyed, as he weakenly walked back to his office.
~At the Orphanage Where Leena Had Been Placed For Adoption. . .~
Leena's breathe fogged the windows of her art classroom, as she watched Mr. And Mrs. Coleman walk into the double doors of the Orphanage. She ran to her easel and began finishing off a painting she had been working on earlier that day. She started singing a song called 'Glory of love', a song that her father had taught her when she was younger. A man was listening to her singing. "Hello?" She called out. "Hi." The man responded walked into the classroom cautiously. Leena looked up at the strange man and grimaced, "Hello my name is Esther." Here we go again. :)