//will you’re so sassy.

He’s secretly going

meridastangledlocks replied to your post: *Slaps butt* Pass this on to the next five people…

ooc: i mean can you blame her for touching the booty?

Nope. Not at all.

• meridastangledlocks

I wait until she is home alone before I make my move. I kick down the front door, she screams. I turn a corner and see her running towards the phone. I shoot her. It is a skilled, precise shot and the bullet goes through her kneecap. She falls to the ground. This is my design. I make my advance on her slowly, confidently. She is unable to move, a deer caught in headlights. I smile. Her screaming has ceased now – good. She watches as I walk forward. Our eyes meet, she knows she has met her end. I bring the gun up one more time and pull the trigger. The second bullet pierces through her heart, killing her instantly, painlessly. This is my design.

Eyes finally opening, Will Graham finds himself standing in the opening of a household living room. The body of a girl lies before him, two bullet wounds could be seen in her left kneecap and chest. Letting out a shaky breath, he takes a step back and away from the body, allowing the paramedics to take over and load her body onto a trolley. He walks out of the house. He spots an unfamiliar redhead in the crowd – she looked in her teens. Frowning to himself, he walks over.

“You shouldn’t be here.”