Story part 4


One after another the assassin took out the other councilmen. Each more cowardly than the other. They either tried to run or hide behind one of the already dead bodies. Halina ignored all their desperate cries and crawled through the treacherous litter of glass towards her father. His head had been knocked back against the back of his chair. It had tilted to face towards her. There wasn’t much to see. Blood covered, dried, and drooled from the main hole that had crashed through his skull like it was nothing.

She blinked away the tears that blared her vision, sniffing for air between whimpering sobs. He had been so tired of this position, she had overheard talk between him and her brother, there had been arguments. Now, his surprise plans were worthless. Her brother would get exactly what he had wanted.