Alternative Ending
Tony held out his palm to add light to the dark room. The state that the room was left in, iced Tony'd bones. The bed was thrown on it's side, spraying the pillow and sheets everywhere. One sheet covered a lump on the floor. Blood covered the ground next to it and Tony almost decided not to uncover it.
He peeled off the sheet and almost doubled over at what made up the lump. A small body laid crumpled heap, blood covering the person's bruised, tanned skin. Identifying the body proved to be almost difficult until his eyes landed on the ones that stared back up, lifeless, at him.
The body was Lessa's.
Blood soaked her long tangled brown hair, partly covering the hole in her forehead. How could someone shoot a kid? Tony's fists clenched at the sight and wanted to strangle whoever killed her. He wanted to torture whoever killed such an innocent girl who just wanted to find her parents.
Tony cursed under his breath when he felt tears prickle his eyes. Covering her body back up with the sheet, he carried her out of the silent compound.