"But a lot of times, people die how they live. And so last words tell me a lot about who people were, and why they became the sort of people biographies get written about." ~ John Green
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Niall's P.O.V

I sit in my car parked in the empty parking lot. I needed to get away from her, she was giving me a head
ache. I could barely breathe. I may be an awful person but I would never kill someone in her family, would
I? Maybe I would, at this point in time I am not even sure. I take a deep breath and look around. I am
back at the place where I took her. Where I decided to help Lauren. Her school did not seem worried
about her not making an appearance. No police surrounded the area asking questions or searching for
her. In fact, the only thing I could see near me was that stupid blonde. The popular one, ditching class
with her boyfriend. They are sitting together in a car. It makes me sick just looking at them. I hate her, and
yet I do not even know her. I am sure Lauren hated her, how could she not?

I open my door and step out onto the cement ground. I have to get rid of her. Just looking at her makes
my stomach turn. I hate her and her stupid boyfriend. I shake my head and run my hand through my hair.
I was really going to do this. I make my way towards the car, almost as though time had begun to run in
slow motion. The world around me seemed to freeze. I yank open the driver's side, grabbing a fistful of
blonde hair, yanking her out of her seat and onto the ground. The boyfriend shouts and jumps out, making
a run for the school. I reach my hand behind my back and feel the cold metal pressed against my palm. I
whip the gun out and let it ring in my ears as I watch the boy fall into a pool of his own blood. The girl
opens her mouth to scream but I think fast and press the tip of the gun to her temple. He sobs turn into
whimpers. I drag her by the hair to my car.

"Make a sound, and I will end you." I hiss at her and she only nods quickly.

I toss her into the back seat and then start the car. I have to get away from here before people find his
body. I drive furiously down the street, rounding corner after corner. I have to find somewhere quiet.

"Tell me something," I say to the girl who is holding her knees to her chest in the back seat.

"W-what?" she asks pathetically.

"What is the name of a place you and that fucking boyfriend of yours used to go?" I ask.

"W-why?" she sniffs and I almost shoot her.

"Give me a fucking name!" I shriek and slam my hands against the steering wheel.

"Th-the coffee house on L-lake street!" she cries.

"Is that a name you filthy fucking bitch?!" I shout and she flinches, "One more time and I will kill you, I
swear to God."

"The Teacup!" She shouts at me.

I smirk because I know exactly where that is, and I know the back alley. I drive slowly, wanting to let her
stew in the back seat. Wanting her to be afraid of what's coming next, knowing that she should be
terrified. I round the corner to the alley and stop the car when a dumpster comes to view.

"Perfect." I whisper and hear the girl whimper.

"Why did you take me here?" She asks, visibly shaking.

"Get out of the car." I reply and she tries to act defiant.

"Why did you take me here?" She asks again.

"If you do not get out of my car, I will drag you out by your hair, do you understand?" I try to sound calm.

She nods and scrambles out of the seat, my plan is working. Once she is out of my car I take my revolver
out again.

"Get on your knees." I demand.

"I-is that what you want?" She asks horrified.

I takes me a moment to realize what she is talking about.

"Fuck no. I do not want all the diseases you have. You are corrupt and contaminated. Not worth that kind
of time in my opinion." I know I offended her and it almost makes me laugh.

I press my gun against her forehead.

"I am sure you have played many games at many the parties, am I correct?" I ask and she nods. Good,
we are finally getting somewhere.

"Well we are going to pretend this is a party, and play a game. Ever heard of Russian Roulette?" I smirk
as her eyes go wide, "You can fight for your freedom."

"I could run." she spits.

"I think we saw what happened with your boyfriend when that happens. If you want to take the risk then
go for it, I will even give you a ten second start in those heels." I bargain.

"How can I win my freedom?" She asks.

"Simple. You give me a valid reason as to why I should spare your life and I will let you go on your merry
way. If not, well you have about 4 shots of survival and the 5th will end you." I explain and she looks
pained.

"Let us begin, shall we?" I empty the bullet chambers all except one and spin the revolver around.

"I-I-I"

Click.

I press the trigger against her forehead.

"Oops," I smirk, "One for good luck."

"You're sick!" She shouts and I hold the trigger down again.

"You have two more chances." I laugh.

"I have a scholarship running for me so that I can get into a good college!" she rushes to explain and yet I
pull the trigger.

"Please!" she cries.

"Is that all you have?" I ask almost bored.

"No, I can think of more." she begs.

"Really? Well make it quick because I have a good feeling about this one."

"I want to become a doctor." she whispers, "My mother died of cancer and I want to find a cure. If you let
me live, I could save millions of lives."

I look at her as she shudders. Of course she plays the pity card.

"Not all doctors end up doing what they say they can." I whisper angrily, "They could not save her. They
lied to me. Doctors are liars."

She opens her mouth to protest but I have pressed the trigger. The chamber of my gun releases the bullet
into her skull and she falls lifelessly onto my shoes. I kick her body off of me and place my gun back in the
waistband of my pants.

"You would have had a better chance with running." I spit and leave the scene behind me.

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