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8:00 pm ******** Her car lights were dim, the streetlights solely granting her light as she drove down the desolate streets; keeping a wary eye out for possible dangers lurking the perimeter. Smoke contaminated the air due to the cigarette that was in between the woman's pointer and index finger; gracing her lips.
It was odd for a female to be driving through the night on this dreadful day but usually it happened if they withheld their own personal vendetta; which in this case, she did.
Flashback- "Listen to the sound of my voice," She whispered to her dying her brother, hysterical voices cascading around her as the frantic partygoers scurried away from the streets.
"I...love you, Lauren," His voice was faint but audible enough for merely to two of them to hear. "No matter what, remember that I'll always be watching over you." A smile graced the latter's lips before his eyes closed, indicating his departure from earth.
"No, no..." Lauren whispered, tears rolling down her face. "Please don't go, not yet, please! I can't survive without you!" She buried her face into her lifeless brother's shoulder, muffling her high pitched screams in attempt to not draw attention to herself. "I won't let you die in vain, Chris. I will murder whoever did this to you." -End
That's exactly what she was doing tonight, seeking out her brother's shooter in an attempt to avenge his death.
The raven haired female proceeded to make her way down the narrow streets when a high pitched scream alerted her. Out of sheer instinct, she drove slowly; checking the perimeter of the area to find the scream's source. It was then when she saw it, a brunette woman cornered by the hands of a masked being.
'No Lauren, don't intervene.'
The small voice in her head echoed, telling her that she had a mission to accomplish and she didn't need any minor setbacks from reaching her goal. But, her heart-ached at the sight of the struggling latter as the male's predatory hands encased her smaller frame and with that view, the emerald eyed woman exited from her vehicle; gun in hand as she approached the scene. - Her fingers curled as she grasped onto the iron spirals; scrambling up the fence in a frantic velocity as an attempt to escape her tormenter. The brunette hurled herself over the fence and landed on her feet before sprinting down the dark alleyway; her calves burning as she took a sharp turn around a corner to be then met with a dead end. Anguish weaved its way back into her body as she saw the hooded, masked figure approaching her in long strides. Camila's back hit the cold wall, her eyes closing shut at the impact with hopes that her lord and savior would allow her death to be quick and lacking pain but she knew that she'd rather have a knife plunged into her heart rather than a finger surpassing the barriers of her body's most sacred flower.
