Andrea smiled at the 2 dead bodies laying in front of her. She had made Ryan and Rachel have sex with each other, and if that weren't bad enough, she made them kill themselves.
"Like fucking her wasn't bad enough," Ryan had said when she placed the gun in his hand.
"Do you think you have a fucking choice?" Andrea yelled at them, making Ryan raise the gun to Rachel's head. Rachel had already raised her gun to Ryan's head and was shaking it.
"If you two don't pull that mother fucking trigger, you'll regret ever coming to live here," she growled at the two who were looking at each other, sending the other their last condolences mentally.
They gulped as they both pulled the triggers simultaneously, both of their bodies quickly falling to the ground, blood pouring from their wounds.
She smiled, as I have already stated, and let out her twisted laugh as she walked out of the room, leaving her guns in the room and locking the door behind her.
She went towards the bathroom and wet her hands, splashing some water on her face. After she had freshened up, she took off the rubber gloves she had been wearing and hid them in the back pocket of her jeans. She brushed her hair behind her shoulders and looked out the window across the street to the tents set up there.
Ray. The only man she really knew that caused her pain.
She didn't know what to do. She didn't even know why she had resorted to killing people. But the rush made her feel so alive, to know that people that caused her pain were dead at her actions, she felt energized.
So what did she do?
She started walking towards the tents, hungry for revenge.