Twincaty
One Time Luck
First came the visit.
The house was a white washed palace of immaculate stone, packed tightly together in a simplistic pattern. It’s interior was rittled with different hues of tan and beige pigment, along with the stereotypical throw pillows and other knickknacks with inspirational quotes. The bedrooms weren’t much different and neither were the people who lived there. The only sense of extreme liveliness was the dog, bouncing around the home with various toys. There were a few joyous exchanges but that were kept to a minimum considering the parents were more concerned with their daughters schooling and nothing more.
Chasida Taylor was presumed to be a child genius, and ever since that was discovered her life had been nothing but various tests, competitions and being used as a pawn. At least..that’s what she considered it to be. The days she wished to relax or go out to play like the other kids, she was forced to study, and practice various instruments so that her parents had more to boast about at their ridiculous PTA meetings.
Then, came the night.
It was during that cool breeze that passed through her bedroom window that she slowly rose up, the blood pulsating throughout the house. Ironically - blood then covered her body as death rang out around her. Blood spatters across her face and down her arms as she shot two clear bullets through her parents’ heads, point blank range. Even, getting rid of the dog. Normally, it would have been terrible, hearing of a dog disappearing but not in her case. As far as she knew, she was void of emotions.
Then, she disposed of the weapon before cleaning up after herself thoroughly.
It was not long before fabricated tears began to fall, forced adrenaline coursing through her as she dialed the number to the authorities. “Please, m-my parents are...”
“Are what ma’am? What’s your emergency?”
“I heard crashing, barking and then gunshots...p-please hurry, I’m hiding in my room..” it was a bit of a game to her, this whole ordeal but she needed to make it look real - that’s what she told herself as she gave her address and then sat back on her bed, waiting for the police to arrive.
Navarro
The house was a white washed palace of immaculate stone, packed tightly together in a simplistic pattern. It’s interior was rittled with different hues of tan and beige pigment, along with the stereotypical throw pillows and other knickknacks with inspirational quotes. The bedrooms weren’t much different and neither were the people who lived there. The only sense of extreme liveliness was the dog, bouncing around the home with various toys. There were a few joyous exchanges but that were kept to a minimum considering the parents were more concerned with their daughters schooling and nothing more.
Chasida Taylor was presumed to be a child genius, and ever since that was discovered her life had been nothing but various tests, competitions and being used as a pawn. At least..that’s what she considered it to be. The days she wished to relax or go out to play like the other kids, she was forced to study, and practice various instruments so that her parents had more to boast about at their ridiculous PTA meetings.
Then, came the night.
It was during that cool breeze that passed through her bedroom window that she slowly rose up, the blood pulsating throughout the house. Ironically - blood then covered her body as death rang out around her. Blood spatters across her face and down her arms as she shot two clear bullets through her parents’ heads, point blank range. Even, getting rid of the dog. Normally, it would have been terrible, hearing of a dog disappearing but not in her case. As far as she knew, she was void of emotions.
Then, she disposed of the weapon before cleaning up after herself thoroughly.
It was not long before fabricated tears began to fall, forced adrenaline coursing through her as she dialed the number to the authorities. “Please, m-my parents are...”
“Are what ma’am? What’s your emergency?”
“I heard crashing, barking and then gunshots...p-please hurry, I’m hiding in my room..” it was a bit of a game to her, this whole ordeal but she needed to make it look real - that’s what she told herself as she gave her address and then sat back on her bed, waiting for the police to arrive.
Navarro