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A vicious wind whipped the brown autumn leaves into a frenzy. The slightest drizzle dampened the moods of the few people hurrying to their destinations.
A lone figure stood at the end of the wooden pier, watching the horizon, and the slowly sinking sun. The light basked her face with an orange glow.
Her black cloak blew around her, enhancing her silhouette into something mysterious, powerful.
the truth was she was nothing. she had no importance.

a burly male figure purposefully strode up the pier, one hand in his jacket.
the lone figure sensed his presence and whipped round, her black hair protesting and reaching back to the sunset.
he reached her and wrapped an arm tightly round her shoulders.
'wha..' she started to protest.
'Ssshhh now, i have to give you this message' he softly stroked her hair, then reached back into his pocket.
as he pulled his hand back out it was no longer unoccupied.
now he held a hefty, black revolver.
he cocked the vicious killer and placed it against her temple.
'water or bullet?'
She had known this was coming, but it wasnt supposed to be her. She was supposed to be a star, not a delinquent dropout who was about to die.
She closed her eyes, concentrating on the lapping waves beneath. She wanted to die drowning, but the water wasnt deep enough. She would break her neck before she drowned.
'Shoot me' the words passed her red lips slowly, and He pulled back the trigger.
Ending her life.

12 months later

A Lone figure stood on the end of the pier, looking into the horizon.
A very familiar figure to a passing man.
He stopped dead, thinking back to 12 months earlier, that fateful day.
He started up the pier, towards the figure.
But this time the figure whipped round, holding a black revolver.
and shot him twice in the chest.

Description
A vicious wind whipped the brown autumn leaves into a frenzy. The slightest drizzle dampened the moods of the few people hurrying to their destinations.
A lone figure stood at the end of the wooden pier, watching the horizon, and the slowly sinking sun. The light basked her face with an orange glow.
Her black cloak blew around her, enhancing her silhouette into something mysterious, powerful.
the truth was she was nothing. she had no importance.

a burly male figure purposefully strode up the pier, one hand in his jacket.
the lone figure sensed his presence and whipped round, her black hair protesting and reaching back to the sunset.
he reached her and wrapped an arm tightly round her shoulders.
'wha..' she started to protest.
'Ssshhh now, i have to give you this message' he softly stroked her hair, then reached back into his pocket.
as he pulled his hand back out it was no longer unoccupied.
now he held a hefty, black revolver.
he cocked the vicious killer and placed it against her temple.
'water or bullet?'
She had known this was coming, but it wasnt supposed to be her. She was supposed to be a star, not a delinquent dropout who was about to die.
She closed her eyes, concentrating on the lapping waves beneath. She wanted to die drowning, but the water wasnt deep enough. She would break her neck before she drowned.
'Shoot me' the words passed her red lips slowly, and He pulled back the trigger.
Ending her life.

12 months later

A Lone figure stood on the end of the pier, looking into the horizon.
A very familiar figure to a passing man.
He stopped dead, thinking back to 12 months earlier, that fateful day.
He started up the pier, towards the figure.
But this time the figure whipped round, holding a black revolver.
and shot him twice in the chest.