ninjadancer
A dozen angry birds squawked in protest as the rifle sounded in the distance. I watched as they began to grow more and more restless, flapping their wings and flying into the air for short distances in confusion. They new what was coming, and yet they did not try and escape their fate. I could not understand.
I screamed, terrified. The sound vibrated around the room, shaking books of their shelves. No no no no, this couldn't be happening, it had to stop. Please stop, please. Light flooded the room for a second, blinding me, before vanishing in the next, sending my room back into darkness. It was coming, I knew. And I couldn't get away from it.
Halfway through undoing his belt, I froze. My eyes had finally fallen on his stomach, onto the bright, fleshy pink scar situated there. I shouldn't be thinking about this now; he was on top of me, and I had been finally given the chance to fulfill my burning lust. The want fell away in an instant, however, and all I could feel now was a horrid sensation of guilt mixed with extreme sorrow.