here I stood outside, looking at the killer straight at the eyes, attempting to ignore the horrendous disfigured faces of the people who were my parents


    Blood,stained everywhere...


    This was my very first time seeing corpses.Support creative writers by reading their stories on Royal Road, not stolen versions.


    While looking at her(the killer), i thought to myself i should be scared,frightened and should feel desperate to escape.None of those symptoms occured...


    I was too allured by her body features.


    a foreigner with blonde hair and a beautiful face that i had never seen beforen and wearing a black dress stained in my parents blood, she looked like magnificent..


    After our eyes met for a few seconds, she pointed a gun to my face.


    **BAM***


    (silence)...