The gun echoed loudly in the near empty room. The sound was quickly followed by the dull thud of an weighty body hitting the floor, dust rising into the air only to fall back to earth, speckling the growing pool of blood with the dirk of forgotten time.
The girl stared at the body across from her and wretched, gun falling from suddenly weak hands as she fell forward onto her knees. Her body trembled before heaving, vomit and acid burning across her tongue as she struggled to purge herself from the horror of the act committed.
The door to the room burst open, aged wood trying to tear itself from the hinges. The room filled, going to capacity and beyond as men and women entered, from the security that worked at her father's company, to the police officers, and even some random thugs hired spur of the moment, the old man's desperation obvious in his choice of searchers for his precious daughter.
Arms wrapped around her, drawing her from the scene, lifting her up as she started to sop, the first time since the kidnapper had shown up at her school to claim her. She buried her face in her father's neck, the gunshot still ringing in her ears, the smell of blood and vomit thick in her nostrils as she sobbed, childhood and innocence fading away with each step he took towards the door. Towards a future in which yes, she had killed a man. A man with two children and a wife waiting, worried back home, confused as to why he hadn't arrived home for dinner yet.