The black night trembles as the moon shines down. A drunkard of a man in his 60s-70s sips his alcohol as he stares at the wall. He rubs his facial hair and runs his hands back through the gray and white striped shoulder-length hair.
No regrets. He thought to himself. That was the goal tonight. He held a bottle of alcohol in his left hand as he sat in a creaky wooden chair. He leaned back with his legs spread apart. The man sighed as he let the alcohol overtake him. He was hardly drunk. He wished he could drink all his worries away, but he had a job to do.
He looked over to the girl he had tied up in the corner.
She must die tonight.
He cussed and dreaded it all. It would be stupid for this old man to shed tears. He knew what he had to do.
He grabbed a knife from his table and slammed the bottle on top.
This shook the young girl awake. With her brown bob and small figure, she looked to be around 14.
Her mouth was taped close and so were her wrists and ankles.
The man wiped his mouth using his wrist, grazing it ever so slightly. He felt the urge to say sorry but that would be stupid.
He couldn't look her in the eyes.
"UMMF" She tried to scream but couldn't, her mouth was taped shut. The only thing she could muster up were tears. She tried unraveling the tape, but no amount of shaking could help her.
The man aggressively tore the tape off her mouth.
"PLEA-"
and shut her mouth with his hands. He still couldn't look at her.
"Say your final words. Girl." He put the knife next to her throat. It began to bleed but he had not seen it because it was dark, like the night.
"I must end it now." He shuddered and lifted his knife.
In the same moment, the girl opened her eyes, and an explosive light filled the man's mind. Her left eye became a star, which held the universe, stuck out, and exploded.
Pieces of her body exploded across the bedroom; blood was splattered everywhere.
The only thing that was left was a trail of yellow stars floating around.
The man, out of shock fell to the floor with the knife in his hand and blood on his clothes.
There was no longer a trace of her.
She was more than dead.
He stared at his hands filled with blood.
The moonshine reflected on his hands illuminated the blood. He looked out the large window in his apartment on the second floor.
"Finally." He whispered with no expression on his face. He felt nothing.