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Chapter 61

The Final Horror

She waited for the shift of area or time, and nothing came.

She just stood in that doorway, with the horrible scene lying before her.

She finally turned away and walked down the hallway and then down the stairs.

There was some slight sniggering in her mind, but nothing like the raucous partying that had been heard previously. She felt a atomically small amount of satisfaction that she hadn’t given them any more hideous satisfaction.

She was walking without even realizing that the smoking gun dangled from her lifeless hand. She didn’t notice that she was not crying, she was not capable of any emotion at this moment. Shock might have set in, but there was no way to know.

She had killed a child.

A woman who had never been struck by either parent in her entire childhood had shot a baby girl to death.

Right at this moment she would give her life to have not done that. She would give her life to pick up a living child and give it anything in the world that would bring a childish giggle.

Harriett collapsed on the couch.

A voice in her head spoke, “You have one hour to make this final kill.”

“Where am I going?” she thought back, unconsciously tightening her grip on the .45 in her hand.

“You’re not going anywhere, we’ll bring the target to you,” was the response, “And he will know what is going to happen. You will get to experience the terror in him as you tract and murder him.”

Then, nothing happened.

Dante got slowly up and walked to the kitchen. Her mouth was Sahara dry and she thought she would get a drink of water.

The sound of the tap was thunderous.

The well water was icy cold.

As she raised it to her lips she had not a single thought in her head.

She downed the half glassful that she held in a single drink. There was no taste in it. She wiped her face with her other hand, and had to switch to her wrist so as not to swipe the gun metal across her mouth.

Her hand tried to gently get the glass down in the sink, but shattered it against the porcelain. No reaction was evident on her face and it barely registered in her mind.

She turned to return to the living room area, not because there was anything there she wanted to see but because it wasn’t her house.

When you are a guest you don’t stay in the kitchen unless invited by the host. Otherwise you stay in the communal areas.

When she opened the door she saw the final horror.

Standing in that room was her best friend in the entire world.

Sebastian Claus.

And there was a target over his face.

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