Ironic Ending
It's a story about a girl, she's an assassin. Her name is Kiera and she ends up locked up in a cell and it goes to what happens there.
Each second ticking by slowly, so slowly. I stare at him wondering. He states back giving nothing away. The piece of black metal in his hand pointed at me glares at me as if it dares me to move.
His eyes are a soul piercing green making it seem like he's reading me from the inside out. I let my eyes slowly drift and take in the rest of his features.
His moon pale face was long and angular with sunken cheeks and full lips. His black hair reached to his shoulders and made him look even paler. He had wide shoulders that seemed to stand out against his otherwise thin and gangly body. He was wearing a tight dress shirt that showed off that he was built. The shit narrowed down to his tapered waist where the shirt was tucked into a pair of faded, old, black skinny jeans. His skinny jeans were then tucked into an worn out looking pair of faded white high top converse.
I take this all in very fast, as I do this I feel his eyes gaze roam over my body scanning me as I scan him. I raise my eyes up to look at his face at the same time he raises his to look at mine. Our eyes connect and I feel a connection something different, familiar.
His eyes so familiar but I can't remember why they are or where I could've seen then at. Shifting slightly because my legs were going numb I hear the chain that keeps my hands bound behind me around the pole. As I look back up at him again I almost faint realizing why he is familiar. I lean my head back slowly against the pipe so as not to go to fast and hit my head hard.
Its Jonah, that's why he looks so familiar and those eyes have been haunting my thoughts for the past hour or so. Those eyes are the same eyes I see in the mirror every morning. My little brother Jonah is holding a gun at me. How ironic is this? My life is going to be taken by my little brother, the last living relative I have. If he ends me now chances are that the blood line of our family going back hundreds of years will probably end with us.
"Finish her." commands a large booming voice coming from loud speakers in the corners. Jonah stares at me almost like he's hesitating or regretting what he's about to do. It's just an act. Jonah has and always will be a cold blooded killer, he killed our parents and now he's finishing the job with me.
"Goodbye sis." Hey states slowly and calmly with no remorse showing anywhere that he cares that he is about to be responsible for the death of his last living relative. The gun now pointed at my chest, right at my heart. I hear a loud bang as he pulls the trigger and a sharp explosion of pain as the metal pierces my chest. Then nothing.
His eyes are a soul piercing green making it seem like he's reading me from the inside out. I let my eyes slowly drift and take in the rest of his features.
His moon pale face was long and angular with sunken cheeks and full lips. His black hair reached to his shoulders and made him look even paler. He had wide shoulders that seemed to stand out against his otherwise thin and gangly body. He was wearing a tight dress shirt that showed off that he was built. The shit narrowed down to his tapered waist where the shirt was tucked into a pair of faded, old, black skinny jeans. His skinny jeans were then tucked into an worn out looking pair of faded white high top converse.
I take this all in very fast, as I do this I feel his eyes gaze roam over my body scanning me as I scan him. I raise my eyes up to look at his face at the same time he raises his to look at mine. Our eyes connect and I feel a connection something different, familiar.
His eyes so familiar but I can't remember why they are or where I could've seen then at. Shifting slightly because my legs were going numb I hear the chain that keeps my hands bound behind me around the pole. As I look back up at him again I almost faint realizing why he is familiar. I lean my head back slowly against the pipe so as not to go to fast and hit my head hard.
Its Jonah, that's why he looks so familiar and those eyes have been haunting my thoughts for the past hour or so. Those eyes are the same eyes I see in the mirror every morning. My little brother Jonah is holding a gun at me. How ironic is this? My life is going to be taken by my little brother, the last living relative I have. If he ends me now chances are that the blood line of our family going back hundreds of years will probably end with us.
"Finish her." commands a large booming voice coming from loud speakers in the corners. Jonah stares at me almost like he's hesitating or regretting what he's about to do. It's just an act. Jonah has and always will be a cold blooded killer, he killed our parents and now he's finishing the job with me.
"Goodbye sis." Hey states slowly and calmly with no remorse showing anywhere that he cares that he is about to be responsible for the death of his last living relative. The gun now pointed at my chest, right at my heart. I hear a loud bang as he pulls the trigger and a sharp explosion of pain as the metal pierces my chest. Then nothing.
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