Python

CHAPTER ONE

Chapter One

{𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐎𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧}

ᴮʸ ᴴᶠ ᴶᵒʰⁿˢᵒⁿ

Starred words (*) are defined at the end of the story

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 the gun and aimed at the wooden flooring in the bedroom on Mackswell ST. "No, please," a man pleaded with gore trickling from his jaws and tears powdering his face. The female tilted her head towards the ceiling, but her eyes fixated on him. He swung his head as tears poured down his neck, through his shirt, and onto his thighs. The intimidating young woman began slowly walking in a circle around him, tied to a chair in the middle of an empty room. "Let me guess," she smirked and crossed her forearms over the back of the chair behind his head. "No, don't shoot! I-I have children. Oh! How about this! You let me go, and I'll speak of this with no one! I justify! We can both go on with our careers and never meet again," she mimicked his unspoken words.

        She leaned up and walked around to stand before him. "Was I accurate?" The grown man with an unshaven jawbone gawked at her with wide, fearful orbs. He began to smile, and the female smirked, shaking her head with disapproval. The male's eyes grew wide yet again, and the murderer raised her weapon. "No," he whispered at first, but as she wrapped a finger around the trigger, he began yelling prophanities and threats.

        A loud, sharp boom echoed through the forest, causing birds to scatter and deer to leap away. The female flicked a lighter and threw it on a pile of clothes and gasoline she had formed beforehand. She walked out with a grave appearance and calmly opened her car door and shut it peacefully. She let down her hair and looked in the mirror of her sun visor to fix her dark red lipstick. She turned her rearview mirror seconds before the house behind her exploded into flames and ashes.

        A sly smirk appeared on her face, and she started the engine. As she drove through the forest roads, she let go of the wheel, causing it to disappear into the dashboard, replaced with soundwaves. "Audible Recognition Required to Access," a female voice stated, and the soundwaves moved with the robotic echo. "Ina God-Lillie. Python."

        "Access Granted." The soundwaves changed to yellow along with lights underneath the doors, around the stereo, etc. "Welcome, Python. Mission Status Required for Further Access," the voice continued. Ina unzipped her waist-high leather shorts and took off her leather long-sleeve. "Mission complete. Any further instructions?" The girl asked as she changed into a yellow top and butterfly blouse, leaving it unbuttoned.

        "Mission Status Transferred; Further Instructions for Python Unfound. By the Way! Aidan Rootie Recently Identified Near Your Area," the female robot reported. Ina finished pulling on her leggings and applied new lipstick on her raspberry-stained lips. She raised an eyebrow at the screen and watched as the soundwaves made designs, waiting for vibration from the robot. "Proceed."