:s

The time has come. Her plan was set into motion. She stood by the entrance to her dorm, sending the butler away with a wave and a smile, along with a little something for her favourite patient. Closing the door behind her, a malicious grin spread across her lips as she thought of the coming hours. It was going to be fun, so fun! Practically giggling with glee, she opened her med-kit and brought out an empty syringe. Unscrewing the cap off her precious bottle of morphine, she dipped the syringe in and filled it to the brim. Satisfied with the dosage, Angie held her tool for escape up against the light. It's beautiful. So, so beautiful.

Closing the lid and placing her med-kit to the side, Angie relaxed into her lounge chair and picked up a book. Brushing her fingers against its hard cover, she flipped through the pages to continue where she had left off. If her memories served her right, the protagonist was last seen sitting under the shade of an old oak. The world around him was painted with a shade of crimson, brought on by the setting sun. She continued reading, intrigued by the direction this story was headed. “All we have to do now is wait, Marca. The poison's spreading through his veins as we speak, and the reaper will come for him as dusk approaches.” Lighting a cigarette, the weary protagonist took a long, well deserved drag. “All we have to do is wait.”

How fitting.