She trudged through the drizzling rain on the black street. She slowly walked….what was that?...click, click! She slowed to a stop. She checked in front of her, nothing. She checked over both her shoulders, must have been her imagination. Click, click! Louder, again. She stood in the middle of the jet black, rain covered street, the rain now pouring down. Something moved in the shadows of a nearby closed down store. Her hand immediately shot to the handle of her one and only trusty gun strapped to her belt. She stood frozen in the middle of the street for what seemed like hours staring at a shadow she could barely see. Her eyelids began to droop from her enormous lack of sleep. Just as she was letting her guard down, BAM! A flash of red and she was out…or was it pink?
She awoke in a dark room. Cream colored walls, ebony bed coverings, no furniture, how drab. She laid on the little black bed trying to focus her hearing on the yelling in another room…"Why didn't you kill her? You were supposed to KILL her, not BRING HER HERE!!!!! You idiot! We can't keep her here, imagine who else is after her! We are so SCREWED!!!!" a woman's voice yelled, "I didn't know! You guys know I can't kill anyone! Why'd you send me in the first place?!?!?" a man's voice yelled back.
Were they talking about her? Was she supposed to be dead? Why would they want to kill her? Was it because of what she saw when-someone opened the door. She closed her eyes, steadied her breathing and lied still. "Is she awake?" whispered a woman's voice. "Doesn't look like it." A man's voice, closer to the bed, whispered back. Then, footsteps slowly went out the door, the door closed, and the now arguing voices faded. They're gone…how to get out? She slowly scanned the room for possible escape routes. A WINDOW! She slowly rose from the bed, and walked over to the window, careful not to make a sound. She examined the window closer, a bullet could definitely shatter this, she thought. Suddenly, the two voices came back towards her room. She jumped into the bed and lied as still as she could with her eyes shut. The voices suddenly stopped right in front of her door….the door opened. Quiet footsteps entered the room….click, click! That sound, the clicking from the shadows, she's finally found it! But wait, she had heard that distinct click before that shadowy night….
Flashback
Small apartment back room, She at age 13, her father standing before her holding a scythe of some sort, what's it for? Why is he holding it like that? Click, click! He opened the scythe to its full extent. He swung it back. What was he doing? Why is it pointed at her? What? Daddy…."NO!" She blacked out.
She'll never forget that night. The night she got her distinctive scar across her right cheek, The night she had to save herself from death, defend herself from her abusive father. The night she had to use her gun.