I.. can't breath... my thoughts echoed inside my otherwise empty head as I gasped for air, heartbeat drumming in my ears like the thumps of rocks against wood. Im.. I'm not ready... not ready to die... louder and louder I screamed in my head until nothing else existed, the rope still tight around my throat. I don't.. want to die.. I don't want to die! I won't die! I won't die!
I pushed all remaining willpower I had to jerk my head back into the one behind me, the rope loosened and I gasped as air rushed into my lungs. My vision was clouded by black dots as I stumbled into the wall of the classic manager office of my target. "Ah! You bitch!" Cursed Edward Dunnston, clutching his nose as the red liquid dropped between his fingers onto the short black carpet that covered the floor. He ran at me with so much fury his body appeared to be shaking and punched me on the side of my aching head, sending me down once again, to the ground. I moaned in pain as I was still too weak to fight against the savage who beat me within an inch of my life. As I lay there, new flashes of pain coming with each punch or kick, I noticed for the first time how pretty his eyes were.. crystal blue, like ice it's a shame the old git was bald though..even  if he were to live much longer after now, I doubt he would be able to explain the corpse of the 20 year old girl dressed head to toe in darkest red leather on the floor of his study. I don't think any pretty eyes could convince the cops  to let him roam free after such an obvious case of murder.
I smiled to myself in amusement.
"What the bloody hell are you smiling about?! Ay?!" He spat at me, throwing an extra hard hit to my ribs, snapping one of them to the point of puncturing a lung.
I coughed blood and laughed. He attacked me. I laughed more.
"What's so funny?! Your going to die, don't you know that? Poor girl.." an uneasy smirk. The cheeky bastard, didn't anyone ever teach him it's rude to disrespect women? No matter! I'm the one with the gun after all..
"I think you'll find.." I gasped, "that I won't be the one dying today..."
Ed glared at me and spoke with daggers for a voice, "you don't understand the situat——"

But I shot him before he could finish...

"poor old Ed Dunnston, you were ever so fun to play with, I was almost reluctant to pull the trigger.." I saw the panic in his dying eyes and laughed. "Such a waste.." I sighed and passed out, blood leaking from my wound and mouth, to be embraced once again by the never ending eternal darkness.. you better find me here soon or I swear to god, Christopher——!! Those were the last words I thought before——

Howdy! I'm your author for today and many more days to come, hope we get along!
What do you think of the first chapter of my new action/horror novel? I know it's different to what I usually write but I've had a lot of inspirations and ideas for a book of this genre. Hope you all enjoy this story! And remember, I am always open to feedback and ideas in the comments.
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