Attack

Leah picked herself up off the cold, cracked pavement.  Blood dripped from a cut on her cheek and another on her scalp. Grinning, she turned towards her attacker and spat at his feet.

“Is this how you get your kicks?”

He stood there, not responding.

“Oh?  You were all talkative just a moment ago!”

He turned around and walked toward the edge of the parking lot.  Stopping, he gazed at the paving stones laid out in a rough line, marking the edge of the property.  Bending down, he picked up a stone the size of both of his fists put together.

“Hey!  What are you doing?”

Saying nothing, the man turned around with the paving stone in his hands.  His grim eyes focused on Leah, the edges of his mouth down-turned.

“Stay away from me!” Blood still dripping from Leah‘s chin.

The man walked toward Leah, intent on his final task.

Leah’s expression changed, her eyes becoming as grim as the mans. “I warned you.”

The man dropped the paving stone.  It hit the dirty pavement with a crack.  The man never heard it.  The loud report of a pistol had deafened him.  The sound his body made collapsing onto the pavement was almost gentle by comparison.  After a moment, he stopped breathing.

“Fucker.” Leah spat again, putting the gun back into her shoulder holster and hurrying away from the darkening drops of blood at her feet - and the much larger pool of blood forming twenty feet behind her. 

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