The Jester and Trickster
"Hello dearie," the spiky blue haired man cackled in the dark room. "I see you've found one of my precious weapons." The timid girl with the black pigtails held a large golden rip-tire. Its wicked sharp spikes shone in the light of the moon through the window. Her large violet eyes stared in fear into the Jester's cold brown ones.
"You see dearie, I need that, or I can't do the family business. Otherwise daddy dear will kill us both, so just hand it to me please Tricky, just give to ol' Jessie now," the blue haired man cooed at the child, walking towards her, limping on his peg leg. Trickster took a step back from him, still holding the explosive tire.
A single word can make a difference.
"No!" cut clear through the room in a cunning manner, even though it is in a high pitch. "It's mine! Daddy gave it to me for my birthday last week." Trickster sat the golden weapon on the ground and reached for the pull string. At the same time, she pulled out a gleaming weapon out of her pocket. In a split second, Trickster pulled the string and aimed the gun at Jester.
In a deep mature voice the eight year old said, "You've seen too much, sorry not sorry." She pulled the trigger as the rip-tire exploded. Jester's body was mutilated.
She then turned to you and smiled wickedly, remembering you were watching the event play out, "About you too sis, sorry. I'll miss you, but you saw too much." Trickster pulled the trigger again, aimed at your head, and the world went black.