Cold-blooded killers
There was always that fear of guns that still existed in me. The sound of deafening gunshots brought back harsh memories of the night my parents were brutally murdered
The agony which dwelled in me was something I couldn't control when Luciano tried to drag me away to safety. My killing instinct awakened as if someone had just poured a bucket of ice water on me, turning every part of my body to stiffen. I didn't know why I took the vase from the nearby table and hit him with it
He let go of me and slowly dropped to the ground holding his bleeding head and without wasting time I took to my heels
I didn't even know the men shouting for me to stop when I fled for my life. Maybe I wasn't ready for this. The bloody images still haunted me and the need to escape to a place I could be alone was imperative