Carys' eyes were downcast as she walked along the wet, cracked pavement that night. Her thoughts were elsewhere, and music from Japan's Visual Kei movement blasted in her ears. She immediately recognized it as 'OBSCURE' by Dir En Grey and shuddered. The video for the aforementioned song had given her nightmares for weeks. Carys skipped the song, and smiled as the next began to play. She looked up and a sudden breeze whipped some of her long, dark brown hair into her eyes. She shook it out of her face and chewed her lip thoughtfully as her fingers brushed against the cold steel of the pistol in her pocket. Her lips suddenly curled into an evil smirk as she grasped the weapon in her hand. Her hazel eyes were glued on a plump, motherly looking woman, and the eighteen year old couldn't help but laugh bitterly. Picking up her pace, Carys quickly caught up with the woman, and was right against her. She'd planned this well. They were the only people in the cold, dark street, and she'd timed it all oh so perfectly.
"Bethany Williams?" Carys hissed viciously into the woman's ear. The woman froze and nodded "Well, well, well..."
"W-who are you!?" Bethany's voice shook with fear, and Carys simply laughed sinisterly.
"My name is Carys Marie Williams..." she smirked "I'm your daughter."
Bethany stiffened "Y-you can't be!"
"Oh, but I am." Carys' voice was as icy as the cold winter wind that whipped around their faces, and Carys began to pull the gun from her pocket.
But something stopped her. A little voice in her head stopped her, telling her that it would be wrong to murder this woman.
She simply shrugged the nagging voice off, and brought the gun into the cold night air, pressing it to the woman's head. She felt nothing as she placed her finger on the trigger, snarling towards Bethany.
"This is what you deserve, you bitch." she growled, the ferociousness of her voice causing Bethany to tremble with fear "You ditched me at some...orphange fourteen fucking years ago, pretended you found me on the damn streets and walked away, not feeling an ounce of guilt. Don't even try and pretend that it isn't true, because, Bethany, you and I both know it's the damn truth. And this is what you deserve. You deserve to die."
"Carys, please!" Bethany pleaded with her daughter "You don't understand!"
"What don't I understand, mother!?" Carys spat, glaring at the woman "You left me! I thought mothers were supposed to care for their children?"
"Carys, please!" Tears were streaming down Bethany's cheeks, as she fell to her knees, almost begging her daughter not to kill her "I had to do it! You don't know what your father would have done if I hadn't! You were never supposed to have hap-"
"Save it!" Carys snapped, pushing her to the ground, stepping on her chest, and aiming the pistol between Bethany's eyes.
Bethany looked up, her deep green eyes wide and fearful. When Carys laughed that evil, evil laugh, Bethany Louise Williams knew she was done for.
The laugh turned into a smirk, as Carys pulled the trigger.
The sound of the gunshot caused a few dogs to bark nearby, and lights to go on in houses. Carys simply smiled down at her victim and wiped some blood from her boots, before turning on her heel and walking away, laughing to herself as she tucked the gun in her pocket. In her eyes, the woman had gotten what she deserved.
In the distance, she could hear sirens becoming closer, and she snickered to herself, now walking briskly towards a battered old red car, where someone was waiting on her. When she reached the car, she pulled the door open and smiled at the driver, before pulling out her bloodstained pistol.
"Well?" he asked, taking a drag of his cigarette and looking at her from behind orange tinted goggles.
"She's dead." Carys smiled, wiping the blood from her weapon and placing it back in her pocket "Wanna get out of here?"
He nodded and smiled at her, before starting up the battered car, and driving out of the town of Aberdare, as if nothing had happened.