This is rated R


I’m sure if I breathed, we would have touched. We were so close. His eyes were a milky chocolate, although they didn’t match his expression, which was angry and stubborn. It’s hard to be tough when you’re short, but I’ve been practicing my entire life. His size didn’t intimidate me. No, what scared me was his sly, murderous smile. We both knew why I was here. I was here to kill him. Several years ago, the thought would never have fazed me, never crossed my mind. My 9mm felt heavy in my right hand, giving me the reassurance I needed.

“I knew it. You couldnt kill me. Never.” He whispered in my face, while his lips pulled in to an overconfident smile, a change from the crawling one before.

I kept my eyes on him. You never take your eyes off of the bad guy. Slowly, I took several steps back, for just enough room to raise my hands up to the point the gun at his chest with both hands. It took a second for me to let the breath leave me body, to steady myself. And just a second for his face to turn to horror from the cold look on my face.

“You Wou-”

His body got thrown back in an arch, his arms pushed out in front of him. I didn’t hear him land; my ears were ringing from the shot. Not two seconds after he landed I walked towards his body. Both of his hands clutched at the open gaping wound, as blood filled his mouth, pouring down the sides of his face. With one hand this time, I pointed the gun at his head, and shot.