Love me to DEATH: A toxic affair

outskirts of Las Vegas, a girl stood by the window, a cigarette

ed as if lost in a distant memory. The glow of the city ligh

s around it's area revealing the dazzling night view of Las Vegas. It also had a

was also a feeling of darkn

figure silhouetted against the moonlight sky. She leaned l

e and exhaled, the smoke mergin

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ears

, tattered dress that reached above her ankles, its countless holes a testament to its well-worn state. Despite her disheveled ap

thered house surrounded by trash and

king like it might collapse in the next storm. Yet,

arted inside, her enthusiasm and love for life mom

eaky wooden door. But her enthusiasm was short-lived, as she was met with

laced with concern. She turned

e was up

ran up the stairs, her feet c

hick, metallic stench. Her nostrils flared in distaste, and she frowned, scanning

toes were twisted and broken, her head split in half, with the other half badly mutilated. Despite the almost completely mutilated face, the girl could still recognize her mothe

s the corpse. Her voice cracked with emotion

s body, her trembling hands reac

the corpse vigorously, oblivious

e was no

your eyes. WAKE UP!!" she pleaded, her voice cracki

ed the mutilated flesh to fix it back to the face, but it fell

ea

mother's heart. Blood spurted out, and she sat up, turning to face her mother's lifeless b

own heart, but her small hands faltered. She w

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n entered, they were dressed in complete black outfits

an

g her to drop the dagger. "Who are you?" her voice

o retrieve the knife, but how could a little girl be faster than two trained adu

!" she groa

suppressed her tears and confronted them, "Are you the ones who ki

s, "Let go of me, you bastards!! You killed my mother, I'll m

ch hands as they dragg

join my mother! Let g

ms. Let me join my

of you. You killed

ed out of the house and thrown into the trunk

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tear escaped down her cheek. With a sudden burst of anger, she hurl

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ked under the force, leaving

t of cigarettes, her hands sh

e suddenly call

ressed in a simple trouser along with a shirt which were all in black, his short hair and mask ble

ay the cigarette, her eyes locked onto the ma

o the broken window sill. "You're still ha

just rememb

and, signalling her

ack to her. "Nine years ago, I promised you that

intained her dead eyes. She moved closer and pressed on. "Just my mother,

I will give it to you

r hand flew to her

en specifically built her crime organization in hopes of finding who killed her but even after some many years she still couldn't find a single clue talk more of a lead. And her father

for me." he handed her a small envelope which Tiffany slowly rec

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m, deceive him and when the