She glances down the shadowy alley. Taking a deep breath, a musty scent fills her nostrils. She looks to the left and catches a glimpse of a dark green dumpster; the ebony lid is wide open with garbage protruding from within. The starry sky is congested with silver clouds as she tilts her head backwards. Raindrops douse her blonde hair and sting her blue eyes. In an instant, they are flooded and her vision is blurred. After blinking repeatedly to correct her vision, she looks back down and creeps a few feet diagonally to the left. The moldy stench quickly enters her nose as she approaches the large dumpster. Scattered tree branches snap underneath her size seven feet and elicit a worried expression. She shifts the black, Smith & Wesson nine
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The frigid air smacks her in the face; she immediately shivers and zips up her fuzzy, beige jacket. The rain rapidly falls and dampens her perfectly curled black hair as if it is a plant being watered. The luscious waves are no longer apparent: They are transformed into strands as straight as a needle. Her royal blue shirt becomes saturated as the rain drops descend and patter against it. In an instant, her shirt blends in with the rough black bricks surrounding the door, transforming it from blue to navy. The gentle rhythm of her breath echoes throughout the empty alley. The blonde woman can hardly distinguish the other woman’s physical attributes through the dim light emanating from twenty feet away. A speck of hazel shimmers in both of her chocolate brown eyes in the obscure light. Emphasizing her calm eyes, cherry red lipstick sits upon her thin lips that taper upwards. The brunette looks down at her emerald painted toenails escaping from her open-toed shoes. Her ebony hair falls from behind her pale, round ears and shields her face from the faint light. She briskly looks over her right shoulder towards the dumpster and a reflection of light is present in her eye. Fear takes over her body as a horrified expression develops on her dainty …show more content…
The cracking of branches and raindrops splattering are the only audible sounds. The jaw from the brown-eyed woman drops as she stares in disbelief: A coworker is rushing towards her with murderous intentions in her eyes. As her threatening colleague swiftly approaches her, her straight arm steadily rises with the black, lightweight gun. The other woman’s small black phone dangling in her left hand falls from her fingers like it is sand. The screen shatters instantly like a vase as it hits the ground. The loud crash draws the blonde woman’s eyes to the phone; immediately, they refocus on the tall, black haired woman. They stare into each other’s glossy eyes for what feels like an eternity. After aiming at the very center of her forehead, the bullet penetrates her skull and leaves a deep wound above her left brow. The 5’10’’ woman’s balance is lost as her right arm flies into the air while the left arm follows. She drops two feet off of the cement area between the door and the stairs and lands head first into a wide puddle near the wall of the building. She turns her head both left and right to observe the scene. Faint, dark red spatters of blood on the bricks drip only a few inches before they can no longer paint them. A pool of blood surrounds the victim’s petite face. What is not absorbed by her thick, ebony hair creeps towards the
The frigid air smacks her in the face; she immediately shivers and zips up her fuzzy, beige jacket. The rain rapidly falls and dampens her perfectly curled black hair as if it is a plant being watered. The luscious waves are no longer apparent: They are transformed into strands as straight as a needle. Her royal blue shirt becomes saturated as the rain drops descend and patter against it. In an instant, her shirt blends in with the rough black bricks surrounding the door, transforming it from blue to navy. The gentle rhythm of her breath echoes throughout the empty alley. The blonde woman can hardly distinguish the other woman’s physical attributes through the dim light emanating from twenty feet away. A speck of hazel shimmers in both of her chocolate brown eyes in the obscure light. Emphasizing her calm eyes, cherry red lipstick sits upon her thin lips that taper upwards. The brunette looks down at her emerald painted toenails escaping from her open-toed shoes. Her ebony hair falls from behind her pale, round ears and shields her face from the faint light. She briskly looks over her right shoulder towards the dumpster and a reflection of light is present in her eye. Fear takes over her body as a horrified expression develops on her dainty …show more content…
The cracking of branches and raindrops splattering are the only audible sounds. The jaw from the brown-eyed woman drops as she stares in disbelief: A coworker is rushing towards her with murderous intentions in her eyes. As her threatening colleague swiftly approaches her, her straight arm steadily rises with the black, lightweight gun. The other woman’s small black phone dangling in her left hand falls from her fingers like it is sand. The screen shatters instantly like a vase as it hits the ground. The loud crash draws the blonde woman’s eyes to the phone; immediately, they refocus on the tall, black haired woman. They stare into each other’s glossy eyes for what feels like an eternity. After aiming at the very center of her forehead, the bullet penetrates her skull and leaves a deep wound above her left brow. The 5’10’’ woman’s balance is lost as her right arm flies into the air while the left arm follows. She drops two feet off of the cement area between the door and the stairs and lands head first into a wide puddle near the wall of the building. She turns her head both left and right to observe the scene. Faint, dark red spatters of blood on the bricks drip only a few inches before they can no longer paint them. A pool of blood surrounds the victim’s petite face. What is not absorbed by her thick, ebony hair creeps towards the