Atlas by Coldplay
Show me the way, lord, 'cause I... I'm about to explode
13. Killer
"I love you, Raymond."
The gun shot cracked across the room.
She looked like a porcelain doll. Her hair splayed around her as she fell forward. He could see the light go out from her beautiful eyes. The life from her rosy cheeks was drained in milliseconds.
And then she was face down on the floor.
He heard an animalistic roar reverberate throughout the warehouse. It pierced his ears and it took him several moments to realize that the roar was his.
She's not dead. She's not dead. She's can't be gone.
In front of him lays the horrifying truth.
A/N: I'm sorry...the next one is better! I promise!