The dealer crouched down on the ground, quivering. A packet of freshly cut dope lay by his knee. Sweat trickled down the back of his neck were the barrel of a gun was pressed firmly onto the pale skin.
"My…how quickly the wicked cower when faced with death." The leather clad fingers flexed over the handle and a smile curved across the thin lips.
"So humble when anticipating a bullet in the head."
The man began to whimper as a hand reached to pick up the wrapped powder, the pressure increasing on the gun, pushing it further into his neck. The hand tossed the packet into the air and caught it, feeling the powder shift in the cellophane wrapping. Dark eyes glinted in the orange glow of a street lamp.
"Three years and you're still shelling out this shit?"
"Best on the streets," the dealer stammered "Have it, take it!"
The gun pushed down sharply and he stuck out his palms out onto the ground to keep his body stable.
"You know, and call me forgetful if you must," the smooth voice said "but I don't seem to remember telling you to talk."
The hand through the packet up again and caught it. A small lable fixed it together and three initials had been written on it in black ball point pen. LIT.
"Still working for that bastard? Sell the same junk to him?"
"LSD, extacy. You name it, I got it. You can take it all!"
The lips curved into a smile and the gun rose up and came down hard on the back of his head. He fall to the floor, groaning slightly.
"When we're finished," the soft voice whispered, placing the rubber heel of a leather boot firmly into the small of his back, holding the dealer to the ground.
"You can try and educate yourself a little better and find out what a rhetorical question is."
"So..so you're not going to kill me?"
The hand threw the dope into the air, the other raised the gun and shot at it. The powder dredged around them, falling like snow on the tight shoulder pads of a black leather jacket.
"Haven't decided… aren't there schools in Hell?"
The body shook beneath her boot and she blew some stray hair off her face, out of her eyes.
"Please…there's things I gotta-"
She fired the gun into the air and then brought it down to rest, firmly on the back of his head.
"Now, I had two shots only for you," she raised two fingers and looked at them thoughtfully. "And neither of them have killed you yet, have they?" She shook her head, answering her own question. "No, I haven't…and I don't want to waste anymore on shit like you…bigger vermin to kill."
"Shit… you gonna treat them all like this?"
"Worse…" she murmered "much worse." She lifted her boot from his back and raised the gun from his head. "Up." He stood then ran a hand beneath his nose, sniffing hard.
"Oh…and since you're still alive," she turned him to face her "you can deliver a message for me." She thrust her fist into his stomach and brought her knee up into his groin. He collapsed to the floor, his breath coming out in sharp spurts. "Tell them that revenge comes in my form… and tonight it comes for them."
"Jesus- you bitch!" She choked.
She nodded and turned, walking away slowly.
"I know…. but I'm your death sentence."
The dealer glanced up at her, noticing she had stopped. "Care to argue? This gun still hold bullets."
"But you said you weren't-"
She pulled out the gun from her inside pocket and fished out a single bullet, turning it between her finger and thumb. "Ah! I said I didn't want to." She opened the gun and spun it around her finger with the trigger. She inserted the bullet and flicked it shut. "It doesn't mean I won't"
She pointed the gun at him and he stood up sharply, shaking violently.
"Remember the message." She turned and carried on walking. The dealer lent against the wall, he glanced in the direction she had vanished.
"Fuck that."
"Wrong answer."
The gun fired.