A Woman Scorned | Prologue
Monday, January 28th, 2019
Everyone has a story.
An explanation for why they are the way they are.
A justification for their screwed-up actions.
“I told you, you wouldn't survive me.” I smile at the trembling man before me.
Almost two years ago, our positions were completely reversed. I was the one trying to escape the death he was certain he would deliver. But today, there will be a different outcome.
I survived.
He won't.
My grip on the suppressed Beretta remains steady. I've bided my time for this moment. Nothing will ruin it.
Tonight, death will be dealt by my hand.
“You’ll--you’ll regret this,” the balding man stutters.
He cowers away, sweat beading on his forehead.
“You should've killed me that night." I wave the gun around. "It would've saved you a lot of trouble. And your life.”
“Wait!” he shouts. “If you do this, my son will come after you and everyone you love!”
I laugh.
He must not know about his son yet.
“You already killed everyone I love." The smile vanishes, my features returning to stone. "And which son? The one who’s dead, or the one in love with me?" I step up to him. "There’s no hope for you.”
“Have mercy!” he pleads.
So pathetic.
I shake my head.
He takes a shuddering breath, finally coming to terms with his fate. “What about your parents?”
I purse my lips. “They’re as dead to me as you’re about to be.”
Nothing can save him.
“Don’t you fear anything?”
Myself.
I pull the trigger.
The bullet pierces his skull, dead between the eyes.
There is nothing more dangerous than a scorned woman hellbent on revenge, with nothing left to lose and no one left to love.
Everyone has a story.
Great start.. BRAVO
I am allowed to imagine the *BANG* right??? The same BANG as the one you just opened your story with!
wow like a bullet this one launched....bang and we are off. nice exciting start #ICBC