Take out Mrs. Park like you promised
From Create Your Own Story
You raise the pistol and point it at Mrs. Parks' head, while Claire inches backwards across the bed sobbing. You pull the trigger once, and the round spits out the barrel and hits the woman just above the cheek, making a small and perfect red hole in her face. Her mouth falls open and she begins to mutter something, and you pull the trigger again, firing another round that punctures her right eye. A thick mist of blood sputters from the socket and her body collapses like a puppet with it's strings cut, thudding to the floor and spattering blood across the carpet.
You turn and point the gun to Claire. "Looks like you're the lucky one," you say, smiling nefariously. You check to make sure the door is locked, then get on with your hideous plan.
