Chapter 11- Shotgun

One month later...

Mr. O'hara smiled to himself as he entered his small apartment. Tonight he would get her. Finnally he would have her dead. He walked over the trash on the floor and he opened the first drawer in his desk.
Inside were several Knives, of different shapes and sizes. He smiled again and shut the door. Knives wouldn't work for Diahan. She needed something better... He opened the second drawer.
A shotgun. He took it out and checked to make sure it was fully loaded. He laughed manically. Diahan was deader than dead. He slipped the gun into his pocket and headed out the door to proceed with his daily routine.

7:00 at night,

Diahan and Blink were walking back from Medda's show, Diahan wasn't feeling to good so they decided to leave a few minutes early. "Diahan, do you want ta take a short cut, so you can get ta bed quicker?" Blink asked.
Diahan nodded, smiling. "I love you Blink."she said. "I love you too Diahan." blink replied, giving her a small kiss on the cheek. They crossed the street and headed into the alley. When they turned into it though, blink knew something was wrong.
They heard a strange heavy breathing sound from behind them and blink pulled diahan closer. "W-what was that?" she asked, looking back. She screamed as she saw her father holding a gun up to them.