"Please. Please put the gun down," the stout man begged, a thin layer of sweat beading his forehead as he stared at the gun aimed at him. He sat helplessly on the floor of his bedroom, clutching his arm where she'd shot him. It had all come so unexpectedly. The sultry young woman who had promised him an unforgettable night had suddenly turned into evil incarnate.

"No," leered the girl holding the gun. Her hazel eyes blazed with a fury so dark it made him quake in fear. She glanced down at the blood seeping through his fingers from the wound she had inflicted and her lips turned up slightly in a self-satisfied smirk.

"Why are you doing this? Is it for money? I'll give you all the money you want and more," the man said frantically. Surely this young 20 something year old would accept a pay off. It had to be what she was after and not his actual life. Or so he hoped.

"You disgust me, Henry," the girl spat, "Throwing money at all your problems as if that will make them magically disappear. Well, I'm not going anywhere and I don't want your money. All I want is to see you choking on your own guts," she said menacingly as she pushed the barrel of the gun onto the bridge of his nose.

"I'll do anything you want, just put the gun down, please," Henry whimpered. He was losing so much blood and the sight of it alone was making him dizzy. She laughed raucously at his plea, brown hair bouncing off her shoulders. Henry shivered again at the stone cold sound falling from her lips.

"If they could see you now, the mighty Henry Bandieer pleading for his life," she taunted him.

"What did I do to make you hate me so much?" Henry choked out, "I don't even know who you are."

"But you should and yet you don't and that's why we're here," she said.

"Tell me who you are," he pleaded, mostly out of curiosity.

"Take a close look, Henry. I'm the girl who's going to kill you tonight," she said in a sing-song voice with a menacing smile as she moved her face closer to Henry's. He looked at her, filled with fear and confusion, then something about her registered in his mind. His eyes widened in surprise.

"Wait. You're..." he began, but the gun went off before he could finish his sentence. She'd moved the gun from his head to his heart and ended his life swiftly with the mere pull of a trigger.

"Not quite, Henry, but close enough."

She turned and left the room, walking freely out of the house. A black sedan awaited her at the gate driven by a dark haired boy. He gave her a questioning look when she settled down and she answered only with a nod and a smile. With a smile that mirrored hers, he turned his eyes back to the road and drove away into the night.

***

2 hours later
Bandieer Residence

"Are you feeling better now, Max?" asked a woman walking with a dark haired boy, as they entered the mansion.

"Yes, Mum," Max replied.

"The air must have helped then. Where did you go?"

"I just walked around outside," he said. "The house is quite empty," he added hastily.

"Your father said he was having one of his poker nights with some friends, so he didn't want anyone around," Mrs Bandieer said, climbing the stairs.

"Poker night," Max scoffed, following behind her. "That's just code for he's bringing his latest, inappropriately-young girlfriend home and doesn't want any disturbances--or witnesses."

"He's still your father, Maxwell. Have some respect," she scolded him. "Even if he doesn't deserve it," she added under her breath.

"Whatever, Mum. I'm going to bed. Goodnight," Max said, turning to his room.

"Goodnight, Max," Mrs Bandieer sighed.

She opened the door to the bedroom she shared with her husband and was immediately assaulted by a foul smell. When she switched on the light, she was met with the sight of the bloody mess that was her dead husband lying on the floor. The sound of her scream was the last thing she was aware of before she fell to the ground, unconscious.

***

Hie! So I started this story a really, really long time ago and I've been continuing it on and off over the past couple of years (yes, it's that's old. I'm terrible, I know). So I decided to start posting it here because this way I'll commit to actually finishing it.

Without further ado...