This was her lucky gun.
And the bullet she would use just moments from now was her lucky bullet. There was nothing particularly special about the gun. She had spent almost an hour picking up each and ever gun she owned. Feeling it. Feeling it for anything. And then she had picked up this one and had felt power.
And revenge. Can't forget that lovely little thing that had started out as a feeling, grown into thoughts. Horrible thoughts that most people would be disgusted by. Not Sydney, of course. Then that thought had grown into action. Actually planning it for real. Not just sitting in her bedroom and thinking about it all day. She had taken action and it was going to pay off.
What was it she would ask herself at times? She had figured out soon after. It would be taking this lovely (lucky) little bullet and shoving it into that bitch's head. Not to mention her lover's head.
But her lover was another issue that Sydney was trying to get past. How could she kill him? How could she betray him like that? Take his life? Those questions would pop into her head. She'd simply remind herself that he had given up on her. He didn't even wait a year. Not one god damn year. Got up and married the first blonde bimbo he could find.
She could care less about the police. She could sit in her jail cell for all eternity. See if she cared one bit. She'd be able to sit and think about that look on their faces. Right before they were dead. Now that would be bliss.
Sydney could hear them kissing. She hesitated. Something inside her head screamed for her to run. To find someone else and shove in their faces. Let that be her revenge. But she felt it coming. It took over her mind and body again. It made her run into the room and face the two people she hated the most.
It made her fire the bullet. It slammed into the bitch's heart (not as satisfying but still….) and it passed through her body and hit her lover's heart to. Was that even possible? She didn't know. She didn't care.
It was a lucky bullet. A lucky bullet indeed.