Before I start, let me warn you that this is a series and I am still not sure how long it will be or where it is going. This part was inspired by The 355 and I wrote more, but this is the beginning.
Today
“You wouldn’t shoot me.”
She gritted her teeth and her finger twitched against the trigger guard. He swallowed hard against the gun.
“We never point a gun at something we don’t intend to shoot,” he snarled.
Something she’d said many times to the children in her kindergarten class, repeating the words Dad had told her many times.
Her jaw tightened.
He was the reason Dad was gone.
“Let’s stop this farce,” he chided. “We both know you won’t pull that trigger. Your finger isn’t even on it.”
Her finger jumped inside the trigger guard. Her heart was pounding in her ears. She wasn’t even sure if she was breathing.
“Tsk, what would daddy say, Hannah?”
Those were his last words.
His gory brain matter splattered upward, coating his villainous henchmen and the people who had gotten her this far.
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