12 June 2012
She ran fast, faster than she had ever ran before down the snow covered gravel, her lungs sore from breathing in the cold air panting and looking left and right franticly looking for a way out. All she could see was woodland, knowing the her attacker was moving swiftly behind her like a shadow leaving splashes of red in his trail from where her bullet skimmed his arm. She decided to go right and into the thicker parts of the woods to give her some form of concealment so she could find a way to get help and escape this nightmare in which she cannot awake, sprinting and jumping over logs she finds a simple little hut with smoke arising from the chimney breast seeing that gave her a fragment of hope that someone would be there to help her. Not even looking back to see if Her assailant was on her tracks she dipped down to the cabin and rammed her foot into the door too see an empty room fully furnished with a chair next to the blazing fire and a fully cooked meal on the dining table but no one to be seen, the warmth made her feel at home and the smell from the food made her momentarily forget the fact she might be living her last few moments. As she ran to the window to see him coming down the path his pistol drawn and a vacant look in his eye, she equipped her own pistol and drew the clip three bullets left "Must make them count" she said to her self. Going back out through the door and on to the snow she took aim right for his head and fired a shot, clean right through the skull and out the other end painting a sea of red on the surrounding area, beautifully grotesque. His body slumps to the ground and lands in a heap next to the pile of logs, she pulls a cigarette and a photo from her jacket, lights the cigarette and walks over to the body with the photo, even with the bullet hole in his forehead you can still tell who it is, the county sherif. The woman who shot him is a vigilante of sorts, taking down anyone with any form of power that abuse it to make their god complex even more pathetic. The sherif had one of the most insane god complexes' that she had ever seen. Just another grown man that as a kid was the high school bully making other kids lives a living hell, but because they didn't listen to a word that was said in class they did the one thing they could do to continue their reign of pathetic mind numbing bullying they joined the police force so they can abuse their power, make up some rules so when you make a fool out of them they arrest you. Sick really when you go into the details of it but never mind he is dealt with now, she picks up the shell casing from her bullet to make her harder to find and left her calling card a red Rose in the mouth of the recently deceased and took off back through the woods in big strides all the way home. When she arrived home she kicked off her boots, took out her gun and removed the clip, put the safety on and placed it on the table ready to be cleaned after dinner.
Red Rose Part I • Opuss № I