Black

The girl watched as the old man stepped through the door. BOOM! The door slammed shut.
“It’s time to make my move,” the girl whispered to herself. Silently the girl crept through the dark forest making her way towards the cellar door.
The girl was on a mission; a mission to kill, and the old man was her target. He had killed her parents and now she was taking her revenge. The girl’s name was Black. Just Black; her real name unknown to society. Only her family had know her name, but they were all dead.
Creak...the old cellar door creaked with age as it swung out. Black jumped into the cold musky cellar and started to make her way through the gigantic mansion.
Suddenly Black heard a sound. It sounded like someone was making their way through the hallways. Black froze and drifted into the shadows. She first heard a door open, then a lock clicked closed. Black made her way down several faintly lit hallways but then stopped in front of a door. This was it.
Black took out her knife and burst into the room. The room had not been locked, and there he was, sitting in an old high backed chair.
“Nice to see you...Willow.”
Black gasped. How did this man know her name. No one knew but her family, and they died a long time ago. Black was cautious now. What else did this man have up his sleeve. She took her chance when she saw the man rest his hands in his lap, happy with the reaction he had gotten from her. She grabbed the old man and pinned him against the wall with her knife.
“Why did you do it? Why did you kill my parents?” Black yelled her voice full of rage, though her tears told a different story. Her eyes were watering, the memory of her parents death was replaying in her mind.
“I had to. The cult was controlling them.” the old man chocked out, trying to release Black’s tight grasp on his neck.
“Shut up!” Black yelled and in an instant she killed him. Her mission was done. She could now rest in peace now that her parents death had been revenged. She turned around to leave when she noticed a picture on a side table beside the old high backed chair. When she saw it she burst into tears and committed suicide. In the picture there were her parents and the old man she had just killed. In her mom’s arms lay a small bundle.
It was when Black saw the picture that she realised that the man she had just killed was her grandfather.