As I quietly tip-toe through the house I hear the floorboards creaking behind me. I check inside my pocket to make sure my pistol is still there. It is.
"Turn around." says a voice, with such booming confidence it must be used to being listened to. I smirk and do as said. "Who are you?"
I almost laugh. The dumbass is holding a metal fucking spatula. I allow myself to pull my pistol out and point it right at his face. He drops the spatula. "I'm Jasmine. The daughter of the man you killed. The sister of the 12 year old girl you raped. Also know as the last face you'll ever see, Kevin."
"Shit." He mutters.
"Language. Now, say your last words so we can get this over with." I smile the most charming smile.
"Why are you doing th-" I pulled the trigger. Right between the eyebrows.
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