The man chuckled, as he slowly walked out of the shadows clutching a gun with a silencer. “No one knows.” He chuckled, cocking the gun. The woman stood back, clutching a small knife. “You Damn freak. Sweat beaded in her forehead, as her legs began shaking. The scar that ran down the mans face was horrific, let alone the burn marks.

It took one shot, and one only....