One shot. Two shot. Three shot.
Three was a charm, isn't it?
I wasn't seeing where I was shooting. I just shot. And I don't care if he dies right here and I need to serve prison. This was what he deserved. No sympathy. No care. No love. Just pure hatred. Tristan stumbled on the ground, coughing blood, his eyes almost popping out of his sockets. Mercilessly, he has killed one after another, never thinking of the pain those poor people have to go through. Their families have to go through. Leah's weeping parents. Aaron and Lily and God knows how many more.
This was nothing compared to that and I didn't feel the slightest guilt in what I did just now. Throwing the gun away, I rushed towards Ethan. Blood was all around him as he lay there panting. He was still breathing but his eyes was
