Colour in my wings

Prologue

Al

From my position, I could see clearly into the living room of the small house. It was quite a pleasant living room… I think homely was the word to describe it. I could see cream-coloured wallpaper and a crimson sofa. On the sofa, a young woman sat, her gaze fixed securely to the left, presumably on a television set. There was something on the box that had captured her attention and wasn’t letting it go. Well, I wasn’t going to complain – it made my task a lot easier.

I reached into my back pocket and slowly pulled out the gun that I knew was there. It surprised me that the woman lived alone, in the middle of nowhere – made it always too easy. It just meant some quick money for me and a very quick death for the woman. As I held the gun in front of me and steadied it, I gave a sweeping glance over the woman. I had to admit she was pretty – but a pretty woman didn’t necessarily mean a good woman. She had dark brown hair that reached just past her shoulders, and wore a white skirt and blouse. White; like innocence… She wasn’t innocent – none of her kind were innocent. They were pure evil.

It was this thought that made me squeeze the trigger tightly. I tensed, ready for the rebound that the shot would give, took a small step backwards… and suddenly, and found myself falling. I frantically reached out for something… anything, but there were no branches willing to help me. Why was I falling? I never fell! The easiest job available and I was falling…

It wasn’t long before I hit the ground… and woke up.