Adele

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Gun Shot

[1020 words]

Adele was firmly placed on the ground that was covered in cement at the back of the cafe she used to buy bread from as a child. The mixture of the newly baked bread and stinking smells of the trashcans surrounding her created a pungent smell that hung suffocatingly low in the air. 

She's staring at you, Adele. 

She's finding the right time to strike. 

Strike first. She'll never see it coming. You'll be safe that way.

He went on. With a broodingly deep voice though light tone that seemed to float like the smoke from Adele Calamity's cigarette that was loosely held firmly between her slim, dark coloured lips. She listened to him go on, her dull, greyish ocean eyes trailing over to a brunette standing on the other side of the alley that was staring right through her. As though the brunette stranger was reading her thoughts. 

Confront her Adele. 

Get ready to defend yourself.

Adele obeyed. Seemingly without a second thought nor resentment she slowly, clumsily got up from her position on the cement- as though she were drunk, she trudged toward the brunette. Slowly moving one foot covered  in black, knee high leather boot in-front of the other. The brunette shifted her gaze as Adele threateningly approached, spitting her cigarette out into a Lid-less trashcan filled higher than the rim with rubbish. Adele lifted her chin and stood a foot away from the brunette. 

What are you staring at. What are you doing here.  

"What are you staring at? What are you doing here?" Adele challenged, repeating the words the voice had spoken. Her voice rasping over the cigarette smoke she'd consumed. The brunette turned her hazel eyes toward Adele, seemingly unnerved by Adele's threatening tone. 

"Why should I answer to you? A violent, smoking rouge?" The woman was making assumptions, but they were anything but false. Adele was, a violent, smoking rouge. 

Has she been stalking you? she must know everything about you. Strike before it's too late. 

The voice demanded in his usual, monotoned voice. Adele was silent for slight moments. She fingered the hand gun tightly tucked away in the large pocket of her black leggings. She contemplated if she should strike now. Like the voice demanded. Or if she should wait a while. There was no doubt in her mind about taking the shot, though she questioned the timing. 

The brunette must have noticed Adele's hand tracing over her pocket. It was a usual sign to rouges that she was ready to let it go down. The woman gave an unblinking stone cold look toward Adele. Signalling she was unthreatened.  The silent exchange sparked a flame of anger deep in the pit of Adele's stomach. This ignorant whore! She should tremble and beg for mercy! How dare she try hold her ground? Caught up in her enragement she didn't notice the brunette approach closer. 

Kick her to the ground, then take the opportunity to knock her out. 

Adele struck out her long, slim leg, as ordered, it swung clumsily and un-coordinately  by the brunettes hip. It didn't even touch the brunette. The woman flung her head back and laughed mockingly. 

"What was that? I thought you'd be worth my time!" She exclaimed in mocking laughter. Adele felt a growl grumbling in her throat. Suddenly the brunette took on another death look and forcefully shoved the palm of her hand onto Adele's chest and shoved her back against the brick walls of the cafe. 

"Don't bother me again. I won't show mercy next time" she growled beneath her breath like a snarling wolf before lighting another cigarette and striding off. Adele shot up. 

"Mercy isn't necessary" She spat, shooting up from the ground and racing up behind the brunette, shoving her to the ground. The brunette's delayed reaction was enough time for Adele to stab the heel of her shoe into the woman's ribs. The brunette let out a screech of anger and agony before attempting to get up. Adele clutched her fists and drew them back, while holding the woman down with her shoe she suddenly landed a bone cracking punch to the brunette's nose as blood splattered out and ran like a waterfall down the woman's lips.  Adele kicked the brunette away with her heel. It took seconds for the woman to jerk back up. Her face painted in blood that was still running from her broken nose along with her widened, angry eyes, she charged toward Adele like a rabid wolf and shoved Adele into the brick wall of the cafe by the collar of her black coat. The brunette clutched onto Adele's neck, tightening her grip by the second. 

"You don't know who the FUCK you're messing with!" 

 Adele could feel her neck closing up, the saliva draining from her mouth and the breath being forced out of her. She attempted to screech but her voice box strangled, she launched her hand into her pocket and pulled out the hand gun. 

 She crocked in a last struggle before  lifting the gun to the woman's chest.  A loud bang rang through the air and the brunette had immediately fallen to the ground. The birds in nearby trees scattered into the darkening sky. The woman was bleeding fast and a pool of blood was expanding around her. 

Good work, Adele. 

Adele gasped for air and in seconds her throat had opened back up, though it hurt to breathe. She stared down at the woman laying lifelessly on the ground. Her gaze shifted to the gun she had just used to murder. The corners of her mouth expanded into a large grin, her eyes psychotically widened . She could feel her heart skipping every other beat as she breathed heavily every breath loud and deep. staring down at the woman soaked in her own blood. The power that surrounded this gun... the power to take one's life away... what more power could there be? she hysterically laughed as her chest began to heave for air. This gun has all the power!  But the power is under her control!

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