Hannah had called Heather over one day on the phone, requesting she come over to speak to her about... certain things. She opens the door of her apartment to let Heather in once she rings the bell, the former smiling warmly at her.
"Hey, beautiful!" Heather greets.
"Hello, my love." Hannah greets back.
Hannah pulls her girlfriend in for a kiss. Heather wraps her arms around her girlfriend's neck and kisses her back passionately. Hannah kisses back just as passionately and wraps her arms around Heather's waist, before walking with her to the couch. Heather is left breathless by the kiss and looks up at her girlfriend with loving eyes. Hannah leans in and kisses Heather again, but this time, she does so... less passionately. Heather gives a playful pout as she feels the passion leave her girlfriend, so she decides to ask what's wrong.
"Is everything alright, babe? Your kisses just didn't feel as passionate as before. Is something on your mind?" Heather asks in concern.
Unbeknown to Heather, Hannah has become disillusioned by the western world, especially America, for things such as the horrible way her parents had been treated when trying to get citizenship after having fled from North Korea. Hannah had realized she was a Communist, but instead of being scared, she only embraced it, wanting to live in North Korea, having even been offered a highly lucrative position for it's government and lavish apartment, so she had quit her job with the Pacific Bay Police Department. She also wants to drop her relationship with Heather, but not just by breaking up with her. Hannah walks over to a cabinet, where, unknown to Heather, she keeps a handgun. The Korean-American starts secretly loading it while talking to Hannah, keeping this dumb blonde in the dark for the moment.
"Oh, no, my love. Everything's fine. I just feel a bit stressed out since I've decided to resign from my job." Hannah replies.
Heather's eyes widen at her words. She hadn't known Hannah had quit her tech job. She is also still totally unaware of the gun Hannah is holding behind her back.
"You quit your job? Why? I thought you loved working there." Heather asks in shock.
Hannah rolls her eyes as she focuses on loading the gun. She makes sure the safety is off and cocks it, before standing up and hiding it behind her back with one hand as she starts to walk back to the couch. She smiles softly and sits back down on the couch, patting the space next to her with her free hand.
"I know, but I've decided to join the North Korean government. They offered me a highly lucrative position and a lavish apartment. How could I say no?" Hannah asks.
Heather's eyes widen at that. She starts to feel very uneasy as she realizes this doesn't sound like something Hannah would normally do. She starts to feel anxious and nervous, as she becomes increasingly aware of how the situation seems off. There is no way her girlfriend is a Communist or would ever choose to go to such a scary place like that... right?
"Why would you ever want to go to North Korea? It's an oppressed dictatorship with terrible living conditions..." Heather asks shakily.
Much to Heather's surprise, Hannah gains a rather scary look of what seems like... joy at the thought of going to North Korea.
"The West is evil. It oppresses everyone and corrupts their minds. North Korea is the only country that is truly free!" Hannah replies.
Heather's heart skips a beat when she sees the maniacal look in Hannah's eyes. Her breath catches as she suddenly gets a sinking feeling about where this conversation is going. In her heart, she knows her girlfriend is a good person, and there's not a chance in Hell that Hannah would say such horrible things about the West and idolize such an oppressive hellhole.
"Y-You don't really think that, do you?" Heather asks as she starts to get really afraid, scared out of her mind as her heart pounds against her chest.
Hannah's face is filled with a scary calmness as she stares at Heather rather... blankly.
"You... you are starting to sound just like my father." Hannah murmurs.
She speaks in a slow and calm tone as she starts slowly and quietly moves towards the edge of the couch towards Heather, keeping her gun hidden behind her back. Heather scoots over as her crazy girlfriend takes up more of the couch. She is terrified to know what Hannah means by that. Her face drops in realization as she realizes that the Hannah she knew is gone, replaced by an evil monster. Her heart races as she sees the calm and stoic look in Hannah's eyes, and her breath starts to shake. She backs away from her girlfriend, her face pale as she stares at her lover with fear and horror.
"YOU DAMN AMERICAN WHORE!" Hannah yells.
The words come out much louder and more aggressively than Hannah intended, and they are spoken with pure anger and contempt. She seems to have been completely brainwashed, becoming a completely different person from the one Heather has known before. Heather jumps back in shock at the sudden aggression from her girlfriend, as she stares back at her with wide eyes. She's left completely speechless as she finds herself looking down the barrel of a gun. The situation seems unreal to her. She looks at her once soft and loving girlfriend with disbelief.
"GET YOUR ASS OFF THE COUCH! NOW!" Hannah yells.
Hannah's tone of voice is loud, spoken with a terrifying look in her eyes. She glares at Heather with utter disdain as she levels her gun at her face. She smiles menacingly as she waits for her to comply. Heather's eyes widen in fear as she slowly gets off the couch, completely shocked and disbelieving by this sudden development. She slowly backs away from her girlfriend, feeling her eyes tearing up as she realizes the love of her life has suddenly turned into a psychopathic monster out of nowhere. The situation seems completely surreal and unbelievable, and her legs tremble from the horror that she's experiencing. Hannah gets up off the couch after her and stands in front of her, pointing the gun at Heather's chest. Her breathing becomes fast and shallow, her hands and voice shaking as the rage boils within her.
"I hate you, American Scum! You Western whores are all the same! Filthy and greedy, living in your corrupt societies with a delusional worldview." Hannah hisses.
Tears of fear run down Heather's face as she shakes softly, looking at her once-loving girlfriend through tears. She stares at her with wide, trembling eyes and asks with shaky voice.
"P... please... don't kill me..." Heather begs tearfully.
Hannah smiles cruelly, knowing that Heather's death will distract the police long enough for her to make her escape. By the time they'd trace the latter's murder back to her, she'll be long gone to her true home. Heather continues to back away in fear as she realizes that the woman she loved is far gone, replaced by nothing more than a heartless psychopath. Her voice cracks with fear as she speaks.
"I... I don't want to die..." Heather says tearfully.
Hannah grins cruelly, not a shred of emotion showing in her face. She looks at her now-ex-girlfriend with nothing but pure hatred, not wanting to show her the slightest hint of empathy. She speaks in a cold manner as she lifts her gun up.
"You are nothing but just an American whore. You're worthless, pathetic, disgusting, and a filthy little slut. I'm glad you'll be gone." Hannah says cruelly.
Heather's face flushes with embarrassment as she hears those words, shaking badly and crying in fear. The situation seems completely surreal and unbelievable, and she doesn't know what else to say in response. She looks at her girlfriend with wide and teary eyes that are filled with nothing but fear as she stares at the gun she's holding.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Heather's eyes go wide as she feels the burning sensation in her chest and the breath is knocked out of her lungs. She falls to the floor, sobbing and shaking as she looks up at her girlfriend with tears in her eyes. Heather puts a hand to her chest, feeling something wet. She looks at her hand and her eyes widen as she sees scarlet red. She stares at the blood in her hand with wide eyes, a look of shock on her face. She realizes that she's been shot and fear overtakes her. She continues to look at her bloody hand as she gasps for air, struggling to stay conscious. Heather's blood soaks the floor of the apartment as she looks down in a state of shock and disbelief. She stares at the blood in her hand with wide eyes, the pain finally starting to set in. Her breath becomes shallow as her legs give out under her, gasping for air as she shakes and sobs. Heather's mind begins to go numb as her body begins to shut down. She's in intense pain and struggles to remain conscious, as her blood continues to spill onto the floor. She's starting to lose hope and feels her life slipping away from her. The last thing she ever hears is Hannah's voice, the last thing that goes through her mind.
"Enjoy Hell, American Scum." Hannah says wickedly.
Hannah doesn't wait to see the end result of her actions, as she quickly takes her packed suitcase and walks over to the apartment door, leaving Heather to suffer alone in her final moments. She walks out of the apartment building, not turning back once, and continues on her way to the bus stop, where she will catch a bus to the airport and board a flight back to her true home. She is completely emotionless, feeling no regret or remorse for what she has just done.