TAKAHASHI
I clucked my tongue staring at Allan Cortez's youngest child, his lifeless eyes gazing towards the vast starless sky.
Should I feel guilty? He was after all just an innocent kid. Unlike the adults, he would have been nothing but a nuisance. Plus, he had done nothing except for being Allan Cortez's son.
There came a little rumble from above, signalling the coming of a rainfall. I wrinkled my nose, imagining the smell of freshly wet soil after the rain.
"Too bad, your sister couldn't save you," I said to Michael Cortez's corpse, thinking of the look of pure rage reflected on Margaux's bloodied face. I can't help the smirk from forming across my lips.
"Wait, let me rephrase that," I paused and cleared my throat. "Too bad your sister didn't choose to save you and instead allowed me to pull the trigger and then went away to save herself."
I paused yet again.
"Isn't that selfish? Your dearest sister, Margaux, is not selfless after all. She's selfish."
