Born to Kill IV

"Two hours. Within two hours only one can get out of this place.

"After that time… none," those were the only words the middle-aged assassin said with a cold stare before closing the door of the old cottage.

'Only one can get out, huh…'

As the little girl was close to the door inside the cottage, there were no kids near her and she had a good view of the other children, allowing her to somehow think at easy, 'Judging by their heights, they seem to be older than… There three or so who are around mine, though…

'However, all of them are still children, I wonder if they got the…'

"AaH! Noo… ugh…" Before she could complete her ponder, the scream of a child rose within the shabby room and the scent of blood quickly spread to the surroundings.

Right after that child's scream died and before commotion arouse within the other little kids, the sound of spurting blood and its drops hitting the wooden floor was clearly heard.

Nevertheless, it was soon swallowed by helpless and mournful cries soon after.

'Didn't this develop way to fast? It seems I underestimated the children of this era and place…?' she thought with raised eyebrows and a hand on her little nose, 'but… whatever the case, this is sad, isn't it?' she tilted her head with the amusement in her dark eyes appeased.

She didn't know for how much time she watched the bloody scene painted in black and white with a thoughtless mind but as soon as displayed performance got closer to her, she snapped awake.

'Right, it's not time to space out… should I or shouldn't I…?' she debated in her mind. No matter how she saw it, killing was bad; moreover, they were all children in spite of the mad air around them. However, since she came back to her senses, she had noticed her heart was pounding and her blood was boiling, raising a thirst she knew perfectly but that never had sprout like this before.