She saw the gun before she saw the man.
Stop. Don’t move. Watch him.
He was looking for her. She could tell from the look in his eyes. The flare of his nostrils. The signs of blood lust.
Don’t move. Watch him.
He was creeping. Trying not to scare her. Trying to keep control.
Don’t move. Watch him.
The crack was like the last noise a tree makes before it’s felled. His scream like that of a thousand crows.
She smiled at the thought of the trap. A spider caught in its own web.
Move. Let him watch you run.
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