Richard sat glued to his seat, too stunned to believe what he was seeing. His love, Lucy Johnson, was actually his childhood nightmare. The figure was the assassin, still looking the same as the one that attacked him when he was seven. There was no difference at all. He was more convinced that it was a robot, but anger boiled in his heart. This figure had murdered David and Carl quickly, slaughtered Kelvin like a chicken, burned his fiancee's home, and butchered his father like a ram, hanging his lifeless body on his favourite oil painting. The more Richard thought about this, the angrier he became. But what could he do, since the gun now determined his life.
     The assassin remained expressionless, although not motionless either. It adjusted its seat, not letting its gun leave sight of Richard. It peered forward, looking at its helpless victim, and finally, after a moment of silence, Richard broke the silence.
     " Aren't you going to speak?", he asked, with anger in his tone.
     " I was waiting for you to speak Richard", came the reply, with the voice of Lucy.
     " Use your real voice you murderer".
     " So eager Richard?", it asked as the beautiful Lucy sat in its place," I can feel the anger Richard. Its been boiling in you, and I like the sound of that".
     " So what do you want with me? Why haven't you killed me yet?".
     " You have too many questions to ask baby", Lucy replied with a devilish smile.
     Richard knew she was trying to intimidate him, so he controlled his emotions," Why are you doing this? What have my father done to deserve this ill-treatment?".
     Lucy laughed," You amuse me love. I told you I was coming for you. I watched you everyday when you practiced for a fruitless fight against me. But you're really one of my main targets, and after you, then that whore called your mother is next".
     Richard fumed at this. Although he felt he should be the one calling his mother a whore, he dared not hear it from someone else, least things would get ugly.
     " But your father is the main cause for the killings. He experimented on me when the government decided to make cyborgs. It was a test though, but they were using dead bodies instead. How was I there you may ask. I was a business panther with your dad, so we did normal business together. But when I found out that he was cheating on your mother, he sent men after me, brought me to only God knows where, and killed me. Then when the government decided to carry out this project, I was the first test subject. He thought my memories would varnish, that I would remain dead always, but the reverse was the result. The blutonium gave me this", she paused, looking at her arm as it displayed her mechanical structure for Richard to see," this strange power. I broke free and escaped from that place. It took me months before I learned them. I got my training from the mythic Cobra, planned on how the deaths must commence, and executed them without further delay".
     " Then why attack Sarah!", Richard yelled in frustration," She knows nothing of what you speak".
     " I was planning to kill her, but someone saved me the trouble. And recently today I killed a man because he held a diary belonging to Steve, and I burned it without hesitation".
     Richard realised that it was the same book thrown in the flames. Steve's diary could have had evidence on who tried to kill me, and Lucy destroyed that last chance of him ever seeing me again.
     " I tried hunting down your mother, but she was smarter than I thought. So I discarded her for a moment and went after your father. He did put up an impressive defense, and made my job harder. But in the end, I disguised as one of his maids and served him for two weeks. When he was tempted by my body, I moved in for his torture and death. You were lucky for not being there, but your luck ends today".
     Richard saw that the talking was over, and he was about to face the music. She turned back to her assassin form and lazily pointed her gun at him. It was too easy for her to end him like this. She was planning for brutal torture and ultimately the death sentence. She had many ways of accomplishing this, such as beating him up and having his face burnt by the firepit, or murder him the same why she murdered his father. Many more flowed in her mind, making her unsure whether just shooting him was the best option. But she had wasted too much time talking to him, and was in haste of leaving the scene as fast as she could. So therefore, her finger got ready to pull the trigger.
     But Richard was smarter than she had thought. His training was never a waste at all. As a matter of fact, they paid off really well. He notice that her elbow was on the table cloth, and also, she wasn't really playing much attention. With a last minute grace from his maker, he dragged the cloth just in time before she pulled the trigger, shifting her hand to shoot the bullet pass him, breaking some pairs of glass cups laying on the kitchen table.