Lost in Love.
By Owen Goldsmith

The night, as always, was dark and spooky. Nobody was around and even if they were it would have been a stupid idea. People owned guns, people loved guns, people worshiped guns and the brother of the gun, the knife was always a good companion. Murder, assassinations and death was a thing that was not rare in the centre of a city so corrupt that even the things of the night that can take a life with the click of a finger shrunk back into the shadows.
In a small street not far from the centre of the city something was happening that would set off a chain of bad things. A man and woman were shouting in their house loudly at each other,
"I do not love you and never will, how can I love someone with such a cold heart!!" the girl had such deep venom in her voice that those in the nearby houses tried to shut out the noise with the dirt stained pillows, which was nearly all they owned. "All I have ever done has been for your benefit, Do you think that I enjoy my job, do you think its all for personal fun?"
The man answered with a voice like a thousand snakes choking. It rolled and hissed and fused out into nothing. It sounded loving yet willing to go to the harsh extremes.
"I have seen you stumble along the street in front of my house calling out my name with a blood splattered smile on your face. Playing with the gun in your hand and thinking about the brutal way in which the assassination was dealt with. Do not think me stupid for I know you and what you think. I think you had better leave. I never want to see your face again!!"
She pointed to the door and the man began to stumble like a drunk to it, clutching his head and shaking it as if trying to fight off his thoughts,
"Forgive me, but I must give you as you wish!" He grabbed her round the neck and threw her over his shoulder. She landed with a crash onto the gritty road, wailing in pain. He sauntered his way over to her, his vision blurred with passion. "Why are you doing this to. agghh.me?" The man had lifted the girl up by her neck and was slowly suffocating her, "You said you never wanted to see me again, so you never shall!" He threw her to the ground, her head smacking sharply on the floor. She took one last breath and died. "I'm sorry Sophie, you were loved and you threw it back in my face, now no one can love you and you can love no one."

Two weeks later at the funeral Sophie's sister left to find the man who had made such unhappy events fall upon her.

She searched for weeks and weeks and finally found his trail. A trail of blood and unhappiness, but definitely the man who had killed her sister.
She met him on top of a roof, she had told him that she had a job for him. "I do not have a job for you but I do have a reason for being here, I hate everyone because of you, you have driven me to the extremes, I trusted you and you broke that trust!!!" The man recognised the venom in the voice, the poison in her eyes the cold glare and some of her facial features, "Sophie?!"
"I'm not Sophie, I am her sister. You killed her and I will kill you. But before I do can I please have the name of the killer so that I can put it on your gravestone when you are dead!!" "My name is Richard. What makes you so confident that you can kill me?" The jeering tone of his voice made her feelings boil inside her, she screamed and fell weeping to her knees. "Why did you have to do it? Why did you have to be so selfish!!!???" She stood up and screamed the last word at him as if it were a knife and she was driving it to his heart, "You think only of yourself, I can't get a girl so I'll kill the one I love, what where you thinking, I hate you!!!!"

She pulled a gun from behind her back and shot wildly at him. The bullets struck at him all over his body and he fell to the ground, leaking like a tap, "Love is not pleasant like in the fairy tales, love is angry, passionate, greedy, deadly but can also be a gift worth more than gold." He whispered these last few words then fell silent. Natalie fell to the floor with tears in her eyes. She had avenged her sister's death. What would she do now? She was a murderer and would be locked up. She had been driven to the end by love, and the love for herself kept her alive, and the love of others kept her away from hating herself, and so love shall continue in all families forever so that the world never falls to total corruption.