The Death That Started It All
The boots crunched against the gravel of the graveyard for several minutes being the only sound for miles. Then they stopped, there was extremely loud ragged breathing and a loud thumping heart that if any louder wouldn't be in a body. Finally the breathing calms, "So I haven't seen you in a while, my! How you've grown. Are you a foot talle-"
"Cut the stalling," a female voice cut the nervous man off with a smirk she continued, "though I admit this reunion is... long overdue." The man gulped as she slowly strode toward him, her boots being the thing breaking the silence with every confident step she took. The air seemed to have been getting thicker as it got harder for the man to breathe.
"Where are the new foster children your new wife brought in?" She asked while looking at her nails.
"That would almost be a sincere genuine question if I had told you oppose to spying on me," he sucked in a big helping of air as if it was the last one he was getting while he squinted his eyes, "but why would you want to know?"
She laughed a loud bubbly laugh, "You're trying to feign innocence Jeb but I can see in your eyes that you're calculating the answer to your own question." The young woman stopped and the dust from her last two steps lifted and floated away. "You promised to give me what I wanted but that hasn't happened yet, Jeb it's over three years: pay up. Because if not I will take what you love from you too."
The boots knocked at the gravel and dust more and more.
"You can't, I have a way to get out this time." He started trembling as with gloves on he pulled a gun out, "Nobody will know anything. You never get back what you love and I won't be tortured anymore."
He was looking up at the stars with glassy eyes and a sick smile. The woman stopped dead in her tracks.
"You wouldn't kill me," she gulps, "would you?"
Then before she knew it he fired, Jeb fired the gun and she took one gasp then she knew it was over.
