Hell hath no fury part 1-The last killing

Click, Click, Click, with nothing left in the chamber, Carmen, in an impassioned rage, drops the hot 9mm to the floor. She slowly takes her seat, facing the past lover. Her eyes are fixated on him, but she sees nothing. Her mind is blank and her heart is cold. Accompanied by nothing more than the darkness and silence of the basement, inside and out she feels only the sense of nothing. Her face is reddened with blush and spots of blood and her body is trembling; yet still, she is overcome by numbness. Before she begins to come to, her mind sets in motion the images of her past that led her to this point. It takes her back to the moment when her innocence was robbed, and when she cried out for help, only for her words to fall on deaf ears. Images of deceit and heartbreak flash by, along with thoughts of uncovered mistruths that seem to number in the hundreds. All of the faces are clear, and the names remain stained in her mind. Tears begin to roll down her hardened face as she recalls instances of being used for the simple and instant gratification of others. Her breathing grows deeper and her heart begins to beat faster as she thinks back on seemingly promising, but failed relationships. She had been facing rejection all of her life, in every way possible; she absorbed all she could, but finally she couldn’t take it anymore.

Breaking from her entranced state of mind, she initially wants to break down and cry, but she realizes that it wouldn’t help a thing. She had been crying for her entire life, it never helped before, so she surely wouldn’t believe it would help now. She looks down and reaches for her paper ledger, takes a pen from her pocket and crosses out the name next to the last. Chris-Dead; Just one more name left. Though taking lives was never a simple task mentally, this one she thought would certainly be handily easier than the rest. This kill, would certainly be the end of her misery.

Knock, Knock, someone is at the door. “Ma’am, this is the police, we heard shots.”

Calmly Carmen takes the last bullet from her pocket. This one was special; it even had the name of the person intended for it engraved on the side. She picks up the cooling gun and opens the barrel.

“We’re coming in!”

Boom!!! The door comes down, and the house rumbles as the officers come running in.

Carmen places the special bullet in the barrel, and closes it. She looks at the ex again and a gentle laughter escapes from her lips. He reminds her of everything she had ever been through, and she was about to finish the retaliation of it all. Slowly, she puts the gun to her head, and uses his face as motivation to go through with the kill.

She pulls the trigger, click…nothing.

Just then the officer bursts through the door and smell of death captures his senses. He covers his face and before he could take two steps down the stairs he would noticed a determined Carmen holding the gun to her head. She looks up at him, and then back to Chris’s lifeless body.

“No wait, you don’t want to do that!” yelled the officer.

“It’s was already done a long time ago,” said Carmen in a low pitched voice filled with pain.

She then closes her eyes and exhales, finally letting go of everything, and pulls the trigger. This time the gun would fire and the bullet shot through her head. Instantly, her arms fell to the side and the gun hit the floor along with a fair portion of cerebral matter. Her head also falls to her shoulder and her body sits lifeless. Yet, for the first time in a very long time, Carmen’s tainted face seems to be at peace. She had been looking for peace in others her entire life, but had given up. Recently she had decided to get it on her own, and by any means necessary.