"You may die." Her mom is weeping from the other side of the phone while Ida's intentions were keen on doing what needs to be done.
Ida was stuck for a moment hearing those words from her mom while a lonely tear from her left eye fell on her cheek...
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Mr. Crooper was looking at his long ago used gun in the small secret locker behind his bookshelf.
"You better die," he triggered the gun.
The man was already screaming in pain. The only bullet that was left, went right into his head, freeing him from his agony. This incident was a traumatic one to Mr. Crooper as he was the one who did it.
Memories hit him hard. He took his eyes off the gun, trying to erase his memories buried in it.
"Dinner's ready," his wife called him.
"Em-coming," he said, closed the locker and went to the dining room and sat on the chair next to his son's.
It was night, almost eight. Ms. Hynds went into the Head's office. She seemed to be rushing to meet him.
She dashed the door open. "Mr.Gill-Mr.Gill is dead," she stuttered as thunderstruck, lightning shadowed Mr. Braon who stood, facing the big monitor that automatically added the name of Mr. Gill to the death list of the month which already had 8 more names on it, making Mr.Gill the 9th.
"Informed his family?" he asked her in a slow but feisty tone.
"Not yet. But soon, sir," she told him and spoke to someone else on her earpiece, "Let his family know. Immediately," she commanded.
"You may leave," Mr. Braon said.
Ms. Hynds left his cabin, ran, speaking to the person at the other side of her earpiece. It was already drizzling. She took a rectangular thing out of her pocket, "I'm on my way," she spoke, in a flash, she vanished.
