The creation of a heroine

Running frantically up the stairs she knows she’s too late, but how late? Reaching the top she gets to see Frank fall the sound of a bullet lingering, the lighting-perfection. Black painted lips wail “FRAAAANK!” ignoring his teachings she leaps to his corpse screaming his name over and over again until-
“Cassi?” Junior Castillo gasps starring into the pain filled eyes of his brothers wife. With the face of somebody whose been lied too “she-she’s not suppose…”
His partners eyes narrow through shades lifting his gun toward his victim-ain’t nobody got time for this shit. She knows. Fight or flight-this songbird is not about to die. “All targ-” his words cut off as she takes his gun. One bullet, two bullet, both men dead. Silence. Looking to the playpen her child covered in red.

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