Red painted the skies and the breeze was cold, bringing a deadly atmosphere to all those who paid attention. Quince Munroe stood at a rundown road looking at an old mansion at the end of the road. He pondered on how he was gonna face Aunt Sigie after what happened a few hours ago.
After Sandra Phil seduced him, things got real. And now he didn't know how to face his mother-like figure who has been with him since he was a child. He was aware that as much as life can get people together, blood was thicker than water. And Sandra Phil was her niece.
He sighed, breathed in and went in through the door. Aunt Sigie sitting by the table looking at her tea with her back facing the door. Her back looked lonely and melancholic.
"I've been waiting for you" Aunt Sigie said before Quince could say anything or even greet her.
Quince's heart skipped a beat. Scared sh*tless by the way her voice sounded. He thought he was about to get killed for what he did.
"Uhm... Goo-good evening..." Quince stuttered.
"You know, Sandy never listened to me... Or anyone at that," Aunt Sigie interrupted him as she shrugged her shoulders and sipped her tea. She looked outside the window at the setting sun, the redness painted her face with pain. "For days on end, I told her to stay away from you and she wouldn't listen. Even after I threatened her, nothing"
It was like she was telling a story about someone who wasn't related to her. It was like she wasn't the star of the family no more and was just some passing dream.
"I am sorry, Auntie" Quince said.
"I know... It was bound to happen, this is just the beginning" Aunt Sigie said as she stood up and faced him.
"So you knew?" Quince asked, his voice held no confidence.
"Why do you think I left early? I couldn't just stay and watch you slaughter my only niece." Aunt Sigie said as she breathed out and readjusted her standing position.
"She seduced me..."
"Nah, your bond with Gio is just that strong. This is the beginning of the struggles that are up ahead for your road of love" she sighed again, like she was tired or exhausted.
Quince didn't know what to say and just said "I'm sorry" again.
"Yeah, I know you are, where's her body" Aunt Sigie didn't want to continue talking about it.
"At the morge by Westville Hospital" Quince answered, his voice barley a whispher.
"You cleaned her blood?" Aunt Sigie asked.
"No." Quince answered looking down like a naughty kid who just got caught stealing.
"Good, you learning" Aunt Sigie said "I'll do the ritual to clear her spirit in your house after the funeral"
"Thank you, ma" Quince said but before he could say anything else Aunt Sigie said "Don't come to the funeral, don't go to the house till I finish the ritual and don't come to the memorial either"
"But she was stuff, people will talk if I just disappear without a trace for her funeral or memorial" Quince argued but Aunt Sigie didn't care. She would rather tongues wag than see the killer of her niece at the funeral.
Yes, Quince Munroe killed Sandra Phil in cold blood. After his member stood in attention when seduced, Quince didn't even think twice and took his gun from under the dining table and shot her thrice without blinking.