A Drop of Blood in Madness
EVA: I am invisible to such monkeys like you! And deadly! Don't worry, you're not on my list. But let me bid farewell to my old friend, handsome Adam. Although he's not so handsome anymore. His lips are swollen, his blue eyes closed, his cheeks are no longer childishly rosy but somehow, one might say, bloody. And those wonderful hands, those wonderful fingers that once caressed my hair, are broken. Stumps... Well, Adam, I've come to end your suffering. Have you read the letter?
ADAM (choking): Yes. I'm glad you're the poison that will finish me off. Many have suffered tonight because of my blind love for you! Your betrayal is currently elevating you to the heavens. But the higher you fly now, the harder your fall will be! Farewell, my love! I know what I'm dying for! Do you know why and for whom?
EVA: Foolish fool, I'm not dying. I will live for a long time. Ones like you, my hand will diligently send to the other world. And these four gentlemen will bury you in the ground to crush your spirit of rebellion forever, and memories of you, believe me, won't last a second longer than your life! Farewell, martyr!
Eva takes off her hat. Long, brown hair spills over her shoulders and back. Her black, icy eyes briefly look at the bound Adam. With a hand in a black glove, she takes out a pistol. Slowly, Eva attaches a silencer to it and, indifferent, takes aim. Adam raises his head.
ADAM: For the rosy dawn of freedom that will one day break! For the sun that will one day shine on my people, happy and unchained!
EVA (angrily): Shut up forever, you accursed one!
Eva quickly raises her hand. She fires a bullet of death straight into Adam's heart. His head just droops. Eva approaches Adam. She thought she saw that from a small wound on Adam's head, a drop of blood had flowed and fallen to the ground at her feet, staining a small maple leaf. Then she heard several loud cracks and felt a horrific pain. She clutched her chest and fell to her knees in front of the lifeless Adam.
EVA: What happened? And why is my dress stained with blood? Whose blood is this? Whose?!
Igor Tintor