She found herself standing on the sidewalk of Pulaski bridge. The sun had gone down hours ago. The cool summer night air blew past her. Behind her, cars drove past. Before her, Manhattan sparkled like a night sky. It all seemed so simple, so beautiful. In the years that she had lived in Brooklyn, it had always been beautiful. Despite the company it kept.
Her hands hung limply by her side, blood dripping from her fingertips. It was still warm against her palms. Still, she stared out across the murky waters, knowing what awaited for her. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the body of the teenager she had just killed, the gun left beside him. Slaughtered like an animal.
Far away she could hear it, police sirens. The sound she was meant to fear. It was already starting to create panic rising in her chest. Nevertheless, she ignored it.
“Remy!” Nikolai hissed, she turned her head to see him standing behind the body, Darek stood beside him, looking like he was about to kill her. They probably thought she was going insane, standing there. Maybe she was a bit crazy.
Still she didn’t move. She only looked out at the water again. Watched it ripple in the night, the lights of Manhattan mirroring across the river.
She couldn’t kill another person. He was only 16 years old. He had his whole life ahead of him until she got the call. She couldn’t get the way he looked at her out of her head. The unadulterated fear in his eyes. The way he begged. The way Darek told her to make it quick. The small seed inside of her telling her to make it longer.
Then again, she was only 17 years old when she became a killer. Now she had too much blood on her hands. She couldn’t stand here anymore. She had to leave.
It was time.