Well, obviously I have no fuckin’ idea who the victim was or who that goddamn killer could’ve been but I might as well be a decent citizen and give ya my two cents.
Just as you pick up your second gun, you hear a small, sharp BANG!, and your back door creaks open.
Obviously whatever caused the bang also caused the door to open, which is why they probably shot the lock outta the door to open it. The door “creaked” open, so chances are that it was still more or less intact after that. Couldn’t have been an explosion or else the girl would’ve been more startled. Unless she had nerves of steel. You tell me, I never met her before.
When they make their way into the living room, you’re a little surprised, but you make a show of cocking and pointing the gun at them anyways.
Y’all pointed it out already but apparently the murderer was no stranger to her.
They have the gall to grin nervously at you, just a little.
"Come on, we both know that’s not loaded."
I dare say they weren’t friends, though. Seems more like an acquaintance to me, though they must’ve know each other to some extent. Others would have freaked if they had a gun pointing at ‘em.
Their eyes dart around the room distractedly as they step forward
Now that’s what puzzles me. Why the hell was the murderer so distracted by the room? They were about to commit a fuckin’ murder, they should’ve focused on the victim, not their goddamn furniture. And it’s not like they were looking for something or someone, since they obviously weren’t focused.
Either they couldn’t care less about the murder because they’re some cold-blooded killer, or they were fuckin’ high or simply wanted to get over with a job. Still would make them a cold-blooded bastard. I dunno, you tell me, I have no damn idea. They could’ve been lookin’ for a goddamn treasure for all I know. Maybe they were a neat-freak.
You make it as far as the doorway before you feel a hand closing on your upper arm. Yelling, you jerk your elbow up and back into their chin and spin out of their grip, but they kick out your undefended knees and you fall onto the carpet.
They pin you down onto your stomach, and you lash out angrily.
The murderer probably wasn’t huge since she managed to elbow ‘em into their chin, though they must’ve been strong enough to fight the girl.
"I’m sorry, Prikitta. Orders are orders."
Again, whoever that cold-blooded bastard was, they saw the whole thing as nothing but a job. Never seen a less sincere apologize than this trash.
You feel hands firmly grip the sides of your head, and before you can try to bite off their fingers, they twist quickly. A snap cuts the air, and you don’t make a sound.
The fact that they chose snapping the girl’s neck instead of going for safer killing methods obviously shows that the murderer was either really strong or had a considerable amount of training because, listen here morons, snapping someone’s neck isn’t as easy as it looks on TV.
Nothing dies instantly from a fractured neck unless it fucks the brain-stem up so that all lower brain functions are shut down.
If you fuck this up, the victim might end up dying but still be able to talk or scream until they’re really gone. Or you just fucking paralyze them and they live on miserably.
Either way, it’s a poor choice of killing unless you’ve got a lot of confidence, strength or both. Or if ya wanna leave the place clean but on your own responsibility.
Your killer gets off their knees, turning you over and putting you onto your couch.
Neat freak, I say. Even though they just fuckin’ killed someone, they took the time to put some order into this mess. That and maybe they had the tiniest bit of goddamn respect for the victim.
They leave without shutting the back door.
Well, obviously they couldn’t if the lock’s busted.
Now do with this what you will, I don’t know half the people in this town.
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