Click. She switches off the safety. She slowly aims the gun at the man's head. She knows who he is. She knows why she has a gun. She knows what to do next. The man says, "Hey take it easy! It wasn't me. You know that sister of yours has been doing drugs. She can't tell if it was me that raped her. But I guess you already know that." Face smiling but heart pounding, he slowly grabs his gun. With a face that you would feel convinced that he was truthful, but with eyes of a shifting serpent that spelled deceit, the man says, "Come on, lower the gun." But the woman can see through his lies, she reminices the moment her sister came home. She remembered the floral bikini that her sister wore, she remembered the bruises on her sisters body. She felt once again the tears rolling down her face dripping slowly on her lap. The woman closed her eyes. with gun loaded, ready to fire she said, "Die asshole." Bang. Bang. 2 quick flashes of light. Bang. A heartbeat later another flash. The woman cringed as the bullet tore through her leg. The writhed in pain for the shells made contact with skin. Vision fading, gazes towards her and prepares to take one last shot. Bang. Breathing heavily, the woman drops the gun after the man ceased to breath. Although crimson blankets the floor, she still cringes in pain for what she lost and what else there is still to live for.
Justice is red.
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