Momoland - 4 - Revenge is best served with a gun

Momoland

Revenge is best-served with a gun

The wind seemed to hiss encouragement at her, as she slipped through the dim dark. Since Momo's attack a month ago, the townspeople had relaxed, and began to light candles and paraffin lamps inside their rooms. It had been tiring sharpening the 2,317 knifes they had stored in their camper backpakc, a large bag which could be rolled up and placed into a jacket pocket, and making sure their guns were full and theiur machetes were ready to go, but it was all goign to be worth it. They ahd left her, and she would take them away too.

Momo glanced at her, and grinned.

They had arrived. Marina opened the door quietly, and tiptoed down the passage. Whilst Momo silently locked all the soundproofed doors, and barticaded them for good measure, Marina kicked open the doro with the tip of her boots, and cackled, as dear old Penelope, sister Penny, cowered beneath her, glancing at the gun in her hand, her blonde curls bobbing in the air, wearing a bloody red nightie.

"Very appropriate dressing sister."

"NO! NOOOO! RILEY!".

"My name isn't RILEY!".

And before she leaped out of the window, she pulled the trigger.