They shoot the white girl first.
Then the white boy. The the white parents and the white grandpa. The white grandma sits in the corner shaking, her eyes wide with fear. Then they shoot her too, blood staining the floor as the life leaves her fearful eyes. Finally, it is finished. The two men had been hunting the for years. Hopefully this kill with move them higher up in the organization. After this assassination, the two masked men would be rich. Their plan worked perfectly. That is, until they forgot about the toddler. He hobbles out of his room and looks up at the men.
"We forgot one," the tall one says, holding up his gun.
"You can't kill the baby!" the short man retorts.
It was too late. With a loud bang, the smallest body hits the floor.
The short man couldn't believe his eyes. He turns and shoots the tall man. The number of living humans in the room drops to one. The short man couldn't believe what he has become. When the tall man shot the baby, his eyes were opened. He was a monster. He knew it.
The short man sat down to write a final letter.
"I'm sorry, we did what you asked but this is our last assassination for you," he writes, trying to keep his last words brief.
As he puts the gun to his head he scribbles down, "You must go on, I can't go on, I'll go on."
Wow. I like what you did with this. And it's nice to have the dapper kitty in the monocle riding the unicorn as a fanciful distraction from the ruthless killing in the story. Quite a welcome juxtaposition. :)
ReplyDeleteP.S. You've taken on a lot of responsibility. The fish. The wolf. The penguin. With the ice cream parlor job to boot. Bravo, my friend.
ReplyDeleteP.P.S. And now you've taken up the cause of the poor endangered tree octopus...Are you sure you should load yourself down with more pressure and responsibility? What am I saying? Someone has to stop its unfortunate demise!
ReplyDeleteAnything for those poor endangered tree octopi. <3
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