It was for sure she wanted to kill him and for this time she had a gun with silencer affixed on the nozzle. There was no chance for somebody to hear the gunshot and come to check what was going on. She could kill him and get away with it without any legal action upon her.

"Leave it! Drop the gun darling." Hansen didn’t care what he had said as he saw the sobbing 3.5 ft girl, covered in blood and puke, with trembling hand intending to fire any moment. Hansen thought she had pressed the trigger when she moved forwards.

"Careful! It's not a toy! It works!" he screamed. Hansen covered his face with his hands.

"Bring him back to life." she snapped.

"What?" Hansen narrowed his eyes with his arms still in front of his face. He could feel his right arm hurt.

"Bring me my dad back!" she now commanded like she was no more a child but acted like a wife whose husband had just been murdered.

She no more sobbed and the gun no more trembled. Each of Hansen's steps was followed by the gun's nozzle.

"Bring him back!" she yelled, pushing her belly back with mouth wide apart.

"He's dead my child. There's no way I can bring him back." Hansen said, still with his hands held in air but this time, they searched something now.

She grinned so hard that her head shivered and some veins bumped out from nowhere on the red face. Then silence followed them.

"There's no way dear…he's gone…" Hansen whispered, locking his eyes with the child's. He still was search of light switch, "It's too late."

Hansen switched off the bulb by his ring finger and in a mili - second moved out of the way. He heard gunshot's sound along with the sparkling light from the gun. If it had been a second late then it would have either hit his genitals or lower abdomen. Either ways, it would have been a difficult situation for him to be in.

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She couldn’t see now and she wasn’t tall enough to switch on the lights back again. She fired blind in darkness, hoping with each shot she would get Hansen.

Terror struck her when Hansen hit her head so bad from darkness that she even stopped seeing lightening outside. Perhaps he had blinded her for a while.

Hansen moved his hand on the floor in search of the gun until he got a firm grip on it. Hansen tapped it on his other hand to confirm what it was. He got up lightening fast and immediately went towards the switch.

Then a terrifying imagination struck him. He imagined someone from outside Hansen's shadow killing the little girl from through the window curtains. He didn’t want anybody to see it.

In the moonlight he could see the child crawl. He took a long breathe and attempted to remember everything she had done to him. Every single thing which would make his pent – up aggression within him to come out.

Every single reason which would give him reason to kill her. Hansen turned cold at the time and for a while he assumed he had kidnapped her.

Then he emptied the remaining bullets inside her body. He looked at the sparkles and smelled gunpowder all around the place. He smelled combined aroma of blood, gunpowder and rain. He watched her take last breathes in agony. Sound of her trying to breathe was purely horrific and could make anybody feel nausea.

He witnessed the child sleep along with her father on the shared pile of blood.

Hansen dropped his gun then he unintentionally knelt down in mixed feeling of having two people killed within half an hour. He didn’t know what to do for the bodies and odor. He didn’t know what he would tell Deighan about Marcello next morning.

He didn’t know but he had started to weep and had started repenting unintentional for intentional sins.