Because- To Tell The Truth I Am-

[Pups]

-GETTING AWAY WITH MURDER!

A small paragraph story.

Is anyone behind you now? No? Good. Just checking. We need this. We need this like hell.
Why? Don't ask. But we do.

You don't want to do this? F*ck you.

(Cue first person)

I don't want to walk to the lake. Not a question of loyalty to him, simply guilt. My flawless white soul of being Daddy's little girl is going to be stained with red.
I hear him talking to me, as we walk, but I don't listen. Then he leaves, disappearing into the shadows. Leaving me to do this on my own.
Run, pretty little girl, run to the blood. I see the tawny fur, and I hide in the shadows, waiting. She mutters something, about herbs, and suddenly a rush out and strike.
The blood comes as I expected, maroon staining grey. No one will ever know. No one will know, I can lie well enough. I feel a flower of guilt bloom inside me, springing to life.
"I feel irrational! So confrontational! To tell the truth I a~m-
GETTING AWAY WITH MURDER!"

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I realize it sounds somewhat like a rated X, graphic story covered in lemons and slash, but it isn't. Just a short story inspired by the song Getting Away with Murder by Papa Roach.

No idea what the plot is, or the characters, all I know is I took a bit of murder and swirled it into a wonderful song.