The night is enveloped in silence; everyone is soundly asleep.
"Help," it pleaded for assistance as it traversed the length of the road. It seems like they are fleeing from something. "Help, help me." The pleading of her voice can be heard, filled with fear and concern.
In the silence of the night, only the light of the moon witnessed all the events. She alternated between running and walking, unable to see any houses or people at that hour.
Sweat and tears were mixing as she ran down the road leading to the forest.
"Help!" She raised her voice, hoping someone would hear her shout.
She heard laughter coming from behind her; it had followed her.
Even though she didn't look back at the person behind her, she immediately steeled herself, despite her body being extremely tired, despite enduring many pains in her body, and despite the wounds she had suffered while fleeing from people she had done nothing to.
Even though she was filled with fear, even though her whole body trembled with the fear that mixed with her aching body. She still ran with all her might.
My God, please help me! I'm not ready to die yet! She thought to herself back then.
She heard the laughter of the men chasing her; she could no longer remember what happened; she just woke up with both her hands tied.
Her eyes were searching for something, hoping that someone would help her in her situation. A gunshot echoed. Her leg went numb, but she still forced herself to walk.
She once more heard the sound of a gunshot; she was terrified that a stray bullet might hit her.
Her right arm suddenly went numb. She noticed that a liquid was flowing down her arm.
Even though she was afraid to look at it, with the help of the moonlight, she saw the liquid flowing on her arm. She couldn't speak right away.
Blood. It was as if she lost consciousness; her leg suddenly hurt, and she couldn't walk. Now she only realized that she was the one who was shot.
For the third time hearing the gunshot, she felt the bullet hit her stomach; there, she lay down on the cold, cemented road. She saw his blood flowing. She was gasping for breath.
Is this my grave? Will I die this way? She asked in her mind, tears streaming down.
"Is she dead?" was the only thing she could hear echoing around her.
"Still alive, still breathing." The man even kicked her in the thigh where she was shot. That's why she cried out in pain.
"It's really hard to kill people like a wild grass." He pulled her long hair.
"You will pay." Her only utterance, fighting against her death.
She even saw its sarcastic smile directed at her.
"Give me a gun." He said to his companion.
His companion was laughing. She felt the gun approaching her temple.
"I—I will never forgive you." It was the only thing she muttered then as anger welled up against the men she didn't even know.
"Any last words, my dear?" He asked, ignoring what she was saying.
She didn't answer. She only felt that it had been fired at her center.
Gradually, her chaotic surroundings fell silent.
I will return. I will return. She kept repeating it as his feeling grew heavier.
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"Let's go, our mission is over." Said a man after shooting the woman in the center.
"Sister? Sister! What did you do to my sister?" A woman they had captured asked.
A man signaled to let her go. The woman immediately went to the corpse.
"Sister!" she cried out while shaking her lifeless body.
"You'll be together again." He even said it while pointing a gun at the woman.
"What crime have we committed against you?" The girl asked them.
"Oh? You don't know?" He asked, scratching his head.
"You'll die anyway. Fine, I'll tell you." This one said.
"Your parents ordered that you two be punished."
The woman suddenly fell silent, startled by what she heard. Her tears just fell.
"Why? Why?" She repeatedly asked the men wearing masks that concealed their faces, leaving only their eyes visible.
"We don't know. Money is important; that's why we didn't bother." He said.
The woman didn't say anything anymore, probably because of what she found out. The girl was immediately shot multiple times. The siblings are already bathing in their own blood.
"Aren't we going to dispose of their bodies, boss?" The other man asked his boss.
He removed his mask. "Let it be; the one who ordered us wants the news of the two siblings' death to be reported."
His companions just nodded. They got back into the van as if they hadn't killed anyone tonight.
He saw the two corpses, with the youngest sibling embracing the eldest sibling.
They were only ordered to clean up after its life. Their boss immediately called. They heard the joyful laughter that the two women had died.
According to what he heard, the two women were killed because they were obstacles to his planned greed. He shouldn't feel guilty; he didn't kill them. Their boss was the one who finished it.
He only did his job, and pity should not have mixed in. Why is he only feeling guilty now? He has been doing this for a long time, and it is what provides him with the money to feed his siblings.
His siblings also do not know what he has gotten into.
"Hey! You might report us to the police." Someone tapped his shoulder and said jokingly to him,.
"Even if he reports us, he will still end up in jail."
He didn't reply anymore. He just remained silent.
I've been doing this for a long time; why do I feel guilty? He found himself questioning in his mind.
Perhaps he also has a sister; he doesn't know how he would feel if her sister were in the situation of the two earlier.
He closed his eyes.
That won't happen. Calm his mind. He needs to calm his thoughts now. He massaged his temples.
Before they went home to their respective houses, they divided the money given by the mastermind of the crime.
When he goes home to their house, he is not the man who killed, but a loving oldest brother in their normal life with his siblings.