Love Kills

Luke knew she hadn't seen the gun yet. He pushed the door all the way open, exposing the revolver. Jordan gasped. "Luke.... No...please...no." He watched stunned as she ran at him. She pushed him far back against the wall and ran out into the hallway. Shocked, Luke stood still for a minute. He couldn't kill her. There was no way. She was too beautiful. Then the words of the gang came back to him "kill...or be killed." He had no choice but to shoot her. He hadn't tried to become a member in the first place. He had accidentally found out about the gang, and all at once his life was getting ruined. He shook himself out of though and ran into the hallway. He glanced left to the large staircase leading upstairs and downstairs. The other direction were all doors, tightly shut, just like when he had arrived. He started left, but glanced back to the right. He shook his head and ran to the stairway. He took the stairs two at a time, heading down into the large foyer. He paused and glanced around. He saw water droplets covering the floor and headed into the kitchen.

Jordan had run as fast as she could. When she came to the kitchen, she thought she would dash out the door and into the backyard. Her plan was ruined after she realized that Luke had thought of her every move and had shoved barrels in front of the door, making it impossible to open. She freezed as she heard Luke on the stairs. She ran to the pantry and opened the door and pushed herself in, closing the door quickly behind her. Her foot hit something warm and wet. She gasped in horror as she looked down and saw Hunter. His stomach was cut open, exposing his internal organs. Jordan gagged loudly and then realized her mistake and shut her mouth, trying to hold it in.

Luke glanced around the perfect kitchen, not knowing where Jordan disappeared. Then he heard it. A gag, coming from the closet where he had quickly stuffed Hunter. Colby had run when Luke came after him with the knife... Luke had surrendered and quickly went on with his job. Now he knew...Jordan had found Hunter's dead body. He headed to the door...in his head he went over his move. He just had to pull the trigger. One time. That was all. He turned the handle and pulled the door open. His hand raised, the gun pointed. He pulled the trigger. The bullet shot out and Jordan fell to the ground, joining Hunter in a bloody heap. Luke sighed.... His task had been completed. He headed out the front door, with the gun and knife in his neatly gloved hand. Jordan's bright pink flip-flops, which Luke had stolen out of her closet the night before, were on his feet. The murder had been carefully planned out and acted upon. All that was left was his guilty conscious. He had killed the love of his life...the beautiful, popular, smart Jordan Lewis. Later that night, Luke stood in a circle with fellow gang members. A bright fire was in the middle of them, slowly deteriorating the murder weapons and Jordan's shoes. He sighed as he accepted the oath into the gang and became a member of something he wished he was never a part of.