Chapter 6: The FirstWhat is murder? Is it the taking of an innocent life? Is it killing a scumbag who really deserved it? Even if he killed you first?
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Scarlett stared at the motionless body lying face down on the floor. She thought it funny that she would notice the man's grimy plaid shirt, stained jeans and sweat-soaked hair. Looking over the body, she realized she didn't even know the name of the man she just killed.
Or did I?
Her attacker's back rose and fell in shallow breaths. He was alive.
Relief and disappointment rushed over her. She didn't want to kill anyone, even though she wanted him dead. Scarlett could not reconcile those two feelings.
A low moan escaped from the man's lips. His hand twitched and Scarlett sprang into action. She reached down, pulled the small pist
