Victoria slowly walked down the wooded path, the full moon lighting her every step.
She had only gone about one thousand feet when she saw him standing another thousand feet in front of her.
Halting quietly, she stood stock still, hardly daring to breath for fear of being seen.
The weight of a rifle reminded her of the deadly mission she intended to accomplish. Carefully removing it from her shoulder, she quickly yet quietly loaded the gun.
With murderous intentions in her heart, she raised the 22 Calibur to the nook of her shoulder.
He had caused her much frustration and misery. She had lost so much because of him. He had to be stopped, no matter what.
Lining him up in her scope, she held her breath.
Failing was not an option.
Her tiny, white finger squeezed the cold metal trigger. A single gunshot sounded over the silent night.
Lowering the still smoking gun, she looked at her victim, smiling wickedly.
Whispering over the quiet air, she said one triumphant word. "Gotcha!!"
Epilogue of what is to come.
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HAPPY B-DAY @cortanas-wielder
(Sending this at 0:10 here because I can't sleep. It's technically already your birthday so-)
Yesterday I randomly asked you your fav PJo characters and stuff ._. it was to make you a present! Like a wallpaper or something you could use.
At the end I realized I didn't know how to make one, so I'm gonna give you a story! :) I had to translate it from Spanish, so idk how it turned out :') I hope you like it!!
(this is a story I made not so long ago ._. I wished I could've wrote one specially for you but I've had NO TIME. Lots of exams :'D)
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I feel the burning air whipping my cheeks, as I watch the flames, tall and straight as pine trees, engulf the building.
I feel how two tears slowly slide down my cheek, cold in comparison to the heat emanating from the fire and hitting my body.
Not 6 hours ago I was inside this building, not 6 hours ago since it was a proud little fire station.
I had just finished my service, and as I was taking off my heavy firefighter's uniform, which I kept in my locker, I was called by my boss.
"Sofia, we need to talk," she said in the monotone voice she reserved for his employees, cold and without any compassion. As soon as those words left her lips, my heart froze.
I followed her with a heavy heart to the door of her office, where, once seated in one of the uncomfortable and worn chairs in front of her desk, she dropped the news.
"Sofia" I hated the way she said it, always getting stuck on the 'f', as if my name was the devil's own name that made her precious holly mouth choke "you're fired."
"What?!" I said, getting up from my chair and placing both hands firmly on the desk. I watched as a hint of a smile danced in her gray eyes, while her mouth remained a thin straight line.
"Fired. Pack your things and I want you out now."
"B-but- " I stammered "why?" I noticed the distressed tone in my voice.
"You are not longer needed in this company" she said calmly, looking at me with superiority, analyzing my reactions with her viper eyes "besides, your behavior is.... well, you're a very smart girl, I'm sure you understand me " She emphasized 'smart'.
"No no nonono" I said in anguish "you can't ... you can't do this to me! This job is everything to me, and you know it" I hated myself at that moment for begging, humiliating myself in front of my boss, that .... that being that I hated "Surely there is something- something we can ...you can't do this to me!"
"Yes, I can" I noticed the amused tone in her voice. She had always wanted to fire me, and had finally found the opportunity to do so. "And watch me do it. You're. Fired."
Tears welled up in my eyes as I furiously turned my back on her. With my head held high, I walked out of her office. Once outside, I ran and ran, and when I got home I threw myself on my bed. That's when I allowed myself to let my tears flow.
I shouldn't have been fired.
Six hours later I received a call from a colleague.
The office had gone up in flames.
How ironic. The fire station is on fire. I ran there, where I am now, staring helplessly into the flames, already as high as the surrounding buildings.
What had started with two tears is now a river of them flowing from my eyes. I close them and take a deep breath. It smells of smoke and ashes.
I absentmindedly reach into my pocket as I continue to stare at the flames, and feel a small cardboard box, filled with small wooden sticks. A box of matches
Yes.
I definitely shouldn't have been fired.
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Welp. I hope you liked it <3 Happy birthday!! And I wish you have a lovely day with your family and friends!! :))
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Día 07: Venganza.
“Luke y Leia siempre se presentan ante todos como gemelos, o mellizos, pues tienen la misma edad y fueron adoptados juntos por sus padres, para ellos no importan los lazos sanguíneos o lo que otros digan, son hermanos, y tanto Anakin como Obi-Wan son sus padres.
Cuando el profesor Tarkin insinúa lo contrario ambos sacan a relucir su lado Skywalker bajo la precisión de su apellido Kenobi.
Su oportunidad de venganza se presenta en forma del clásico Dulce o Truco.
Que la fuerza del Halloween los acompañe.”
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