Melissa held the steel pipe and stretched it forward pointing in the direction of Roselle as she steps closer to her. Her hands began to quiver. It would be her first time killing a human being. This time she was not going to draw blood but kill. The blood would splash and waste in this room.
Her wobbling legs tip-toed closer and closer. She became angry at the self, allowing fear to blur her vision. Ready to hit Roselle, one, two and third count!
Roselle stopped in her track, shocked, she turned and saw Melissa bawling.
Melissa whimpered in pain, she was so engrossed in hitting Roselle that she tripped and fell.
Her knees were bent, dropping into a low squat while keeping the steel pipe up, then stood up again and shuffled her feet into the proper stance.
"You want to taste your strength?" Roselle sneered. "Very good then."
"You think I will let you go after destroying my life? The police must catch you here! You won't escape this time!"
"Fine, let's see about that."
