She saw a shadow from the door of her ward, Greg's physique."Ohhh," She heaved a sigh of relief."Hi," He greeted, walking into the ward."Greg?" She called him. "I am pregnant," She said again, watching him approach her. "I know," He said, looking at her."Ohh, you do?" She asked, looking at his face. "Yes," He said, nodding his head."It's a good one, right?" She asked, a smile on her face."Yeah," Greg said again, smiling with her. "How are you?" He asked, the smile fading."Fine," She said, looking at his face. "Greg?" She called, sitting up on the bed."It's fine," He said, sitting beside her on a chair close to her bed. "I am sorry," She said again."It's fine," He said again, standing on his feet. "You'll return back to the cell in 24 hours.""Yeah," She said, nodding her head...."I took a flight the moment I saw the news," Thomas said, calling the thinking woman to reality."Tom!" She said, walking to the door."I'm sorry," Thomas said, tears trickling down his face.
Flashback:"Shut up!" She screamed at Robb, pointing her gun at his face."Who are you?!" The old man asked, his hands in the air. He freezed, realising the doom he was in. "Please," He pleaded."Pamela Benson," She announced, her gun still pointed at his face.Present: "Pamela?" Robb asked, searching for her face in the mask."The man you killed 10 years ago," She said, cocking her pistol. "What?!" The old man asked in astonishment, bringing his hands down."This is for what you did to my family," Giselle said again, shooting at him."Hey!" The old man screamed, holding his son on the floor."Greg?!" Robb screamed, touching his son's body.She blinked twice to be sure her sight didn't fail her. "Greg?" She said, shifting from her spot. She shot at the man. But, his son ran into the scene and received the bullet."Ohh, no!" She whispered, her hands shaking, while she threw the hard pistol to the floor. "What did you do?!" The old man cried, his hands still on the body of his son.
A knock was heard on Thomas's door, causing him hurrying to the door."Hi," Giselle greeted, standing outside his house."You want to stay outside?" He asked, laughing."I wouldn't mind," She answered, a smile on her face."Come on in!" He shouted at her, opening the door wider."I will!" She said, walking into the house. "Welcome, baby," Thomas greeted. "Thank you, Tom," She greeted, smiling. "How are you?" She asked."Fine," He said simply, watching her sit. "How are you too?""Just fine, bigger," She answered, raising her legs to the chair."You didn't bring anything for your brother, the best sister ever!" Thomas mocked."Really?!" Giselle asked, laughing. "Yeah! Is this weight you're adding, Giselle?" Thomas said, looking at her on the chair she sat on. "Weight?" Giselle asked, examining herself."You're damn fatter than the last time we saw!" Thomas said again, looking at her."I don't go out there, remember?" Giselle said, standing on her feet for a better view of herself.
She peeped through again to be sure her sight didn't fail her."Dad," She muttered, recognizing the man in the picture."Dad," She said again, recognizing the other man as Greg's father. "How?!" She asked, flipping pages to see more of the pictures.She flipped and saw more pictures of Robb and her father, Mr. Benson.Rushing through the stairs back to the big living room to see her father-in-law, she almost tripped."Easy honey," Robb said, watching her walk to his side."Where's Greg?" She asked, smiling at the old man."He stepped out a while ago, dear," Robb answered."Okay," She said, walking closer to the old man."What do you want?" Robb asked, watching her approach him. "Who is this man?" She asked, showing him a picture in a page from the album."Ahhhh!" Robb said, smiling. "Benson.""Benson?" Giselle said, feigning innocence. "That's Mr. Benson," Robb answered, looking at her face. "Where is he?" She asked again, her gaze fixed on his face."He's dead," he answered. "He
They walked out of the bed one morning after kissing each other, "good morning.""How are you?" Greg asked, kissing her again."Fine. How are you?" Giselle asked back, touching his hairy chest."Fine," He said, kissing her neck when his phone rang."I'm downstairs," Giselle whispered, kissing him again while she walked away from the room."Let me take this call," She heard him say before walking away from the room...."Baby?" Greg called, walking to the kitchen where she was making breakfast. "Baby," She answered back, her face filled with smiles."What are you making?" He asked, peeping at the pan on the fire from her back where he stood."Pancakes," She answered, turning to look at him."Good enough," He said, kissing her neck from behind."Right?" She asked, adding another set of flour to the pan on the fire."You remember Robb?" Greg asked, a smile on his lip."No," She answered, teasingly."Do you remember Robb Thompson?" He asked again, enjoying the moment. "Yeah!" She answ
She shot at their bodies again, causing the almost dead ones to die instantly."Good!" She praised herself, patting the pistol in her hand. Smiling at what she just did, Giselle gripped her knife."Hmmm!" She said, struggling with the thick knife on the bodies of her prey."KM!" She said again, standing up to leave the house."Here! Go to hell!" She muttered again, kicking the bodies and walking out through the door.She mounted her bike, driving through the streets again in the middle of the night. ** ** **She walked into Thomas's house, seeing him asleep. She returned the bike to it's spot, changed her costume and walked out of her brother's house.Mounting her husband's car, she drove out of the compound, in search of her own home in the darkness. She drove back into her home in not less than 2 hours to see Greg still sleeping."This worked!" She said, walking to her own side of the bed."Baby!" She said, hugging her husband to herself while she drifted