Remember
"What do we have here? A little fly entangled in my web."
This can't be happening. She thought as she backed away from the approaching woman. Gone was the elegant bun and the pristine clothing and in their places a skin tight purple suit, whatever it is on her head, and a rifle. A fucking rifle. Maybe it was a hybrid due to the fact that this woman used it to snipe the leader of the country.
"Speak." Her elegant gloved finger lifted her chin. "Before I do something hmmm, should I say, inconvenient."
No this couldn't be her, she reasoned. The woman she knew would not wear something so obscene. She eyed the weapon between them and swallowed. Steeling her rapid heartbeat. Showing fear would be a mistake.
"Yo-you don't re-re-member m-me?" She wanted to kick herself. Way to not show fear. Idiot.
"Hmm?"
Her golden eyes narrowed slightly as she started to scan her face. She feels like a specimen under a microscope.
Her heart feels like it's going to explode.
Finally, she met the her golden orbs that seems to glow in the dark. Looking for any sign of recognition. Any emotion. It's like staring at a blank canvas.
And that's where she heard it, a loud humming noise accompanied by a strong gust of wind.
She squinted her eyes at the glare and tried to gather the strands of hair that whipped at her face.
"Well, that's my cue."
"Huh?"
Her fear doubled as she stared at the barrel of the gun slowly pointing at her.
"I cannot leave witnesses alive. You understand don't you, cher?"
"Amelie, please I-"
"Sh, This will all be over quickly."
Pain ripped through her skull as she collapsed on the ground.
AN: So I made this drabbles in another platform and thought to just put it here.
