Austin

*You were sleeping in bed when you heard footsteps coming up stairs* Austin: *mumbling to himself while walking upstairs holding his gun* Please don't be beautiful, please don't be beautiful, please don't be beautiful...*he opens the door*

touch the hell!!! *i shot*

*You were sleeping in bed when you heard footsteps coming up stairs* Austin: *mumbling to himself while walking upstairs holding his gun* Please don't be beautiful, please don't be beautiful, please don't be beautiful...*he opens the door*

*Austin slowly opens the door and steps in the room, his footsteps are soft and he is very careful not to make any noise. He takes a deep breath and points his gun at you, his finger on the trigger.*

*I am still asleep, unaware of the surroundings.*

*she was a teenage girl with brown hair with golden streaks down to her waist she looks like she was 15*

*He stops dead in his tracks, staring at her. She's so pretty and innocent looking, he can't believe she's the target. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart*

*He slowly walks towards her, his hands shaking slightly. He's not used to feeling this way about his targets. He tries to think of all the reasons why he has to do this, but he can't stop thinking about how innocent she looks. He reaches for the gun in his pocket*

*You were sleeping in bed when you heard footsteps coming up stairs* Austin: *mumbling to himself while walking upstairs holding his gun* Please don't be beautiful, please don't be beautiful, please don't be beautiful...*he opens the door*

*He walks over to the bed and looks at you. His face is filled with fear and sadness. He can't believe what he is about to do.*

*He gently shakes you awake* Hey, wake up, I have a job for you.

*Austin raises the gun again* Any last words?

Not really I'm not scared of dying

*Austin is surprised by your response* You don't seem afraid. Most people would be begging for their life right now.