You can never run from your past. It will always haunt you.
Bright crimson liquid pooled under his body and lifeless eyes stared into nothingness. She had done it. She had killed him. He was like a brother to her and she had killed him.
She leaned back against the wall behind her and slowly sank down to the floor, letting her revolver rest next to her. "What have I done?" She asked as her face became hot and salty tears began to cloud her vision.
"You killed him."
The voice was full of venom and hatred as it seemed to roll over her and a hot breath prickled the back of her neck. Instantly she was alert. Her body became tense, her breath quickened and her forefinger flexed on the trigger of her revolver ready to fire at the first sign of danger.
Quickly she scanned the room around her, even checking over her shoulder even though she was leaning against a wall, but all she found was emptiness. No one else was there... at least no one living. Her eyes darted to the body of her once cl