They say that once a good girl’s gone bad she’s gone forever.
“Adriana, are you listening to me?”
All I heard was static. My eyes were fixed on the floor, assimilating the repercussions of an atrocious hap.
“We got the wrong guy.”
Before me a vision imbued with pure malevolence, its infernal manifestation uglier than any demon resurfaced from the pits of hell and darker than the wings of a fallen angel.
“He’s still alive.”
The results of one blood-thirsty aspiration calculated with the upmost precision.
And then it was red.
An egregious pool of impiety unveiling the debris of a harrowing matter.
Madder. The color of vile.
He hadn’t been prepared.
“Tell me where you are Adriana!”
The voice on the other line was alarming, coated with desperation.
“I’m in my living room,” I half muttered, my eyes lingering on the grey plush carpet that was being stained by the filth that was lying on top of it.
“You need to get out of there right now! The bastard is loose and we can’t find him, he might be headed towards you. ”
I had been waiting for this moment for too long, planning, formulating and this time I was ready.
Fate had brought him to his knees, to my mercy.
His face had contorted into a pathetic state of shock with the look of a man who was horrified to the brink of insanity.
The final speck of innocence whisked away at the blink of an eye.
But the human scum hadn’t seen it coming therefore I Adriana Bennett was now a cold blooded killer.
Placing the 9mm steal glock on the coffee table I knelt down a few inches, the mixture of blood and gun powder reaching my nostrils.
“I think it may be a little too late for that now.”