Murder

Lucy couldn't decide what to do. Her hands were sweaty, her fingers trembling on the trigger.

Murder! her mind screamed. He looked at her, the button like eyes playing the same pleading effect. But she had to. She pulled the trigger, but then regretted the very moment. The gunshot echoed in the forest, half scaring Lucy herself.

Lying beneath his head was a pool of rich blood. Feeling sick, she rushed out and collapsed. Her only friend died. She could stand it no longer. She knew she must die. The gunshot echoed for the second time that day. She was dead.