The moment of truth.

Your mother decided to drop you off at Morgan's today. She often takes a half day on fridays and your appointment time is the usual 3PM. You're squirming in the seat next to her, you chose the baggiest pants you own to hide the pistol but you can feel it pressing against your thigh. So far your mother hasn't noticed its faint outline. When you arrive your mother pulls you in for a hug and you can feel your heart racing.

"I'll be by after to pick you up."

"a-alright mom." You say, stuttering slightly.

"Everything alright baby?" She asks with a look of genuine concern. You stare back into her eyes, trying your best not to shake.

"Yeah mom! I'm just excited to see Morgan!" You smile wide. "Gotta go, don't want to be late." With that you swiftly open the door and begin to exit the car.

"Have a good session! Love you!" Your mom replies as you stand. You bend over and reply.

"Love you too." You take one last look at her, her face, her hair in its signature bun, her dark work suit and sheer black stockings, and you steel your resolve, shutting the car door and walking toward Morgan's building. You pass through the lobby as normal, no one seems suspicious of you. You see the same faces you've seen a hundred times before, except now you imagine each is a carefully placed pawn in Chris's game against you. You make it to the elevator and press the button for Morgan's floor. A red haired woman wearing blue scrubs joins you in the elevator, she gives you a polite glance but doesn't speak. You return the acknowledgement and she departs one floor beneath your destination. You take several quick deep breaths as you ride the elevator one more floor in solitude.

You exit the elevator and walk down the corridor toward the witch's lair. The walk that you've made many times seems to take forever. Time slows down and you can feel your heartbeat accelerating even faster now. You're walking with your hands in your pockets, fondling the pistol, trying not to imagine the sight of Morgan dead on her office floor. You feel queasy as you finally approach the door. With trembling hand you turn the knob and open the door. Just as Kelly said, Tiffany is absent and the waiting room is empty. You walk quietly across to Morgan's office door, taking the gun from your pocket. You check the safety is off, like Kelly showed you, and pull the hammer back. You take a final breath before quickly pushing Morgan's door open.

"Quinton?-" You hear her exclaim as she looks up from her desk, startled at your sudden entry. Without a word you take a quick step into the room and raise the pistol. You hesitate for only a moment as you lock eyes with Morgan. Your hand is shaking and you concentrate everything you have on keeping the pistol steady. You close your eyes and pull the trigger, you can't watch your own action. The gunshot causes you to yelp in surprise, it was louder than you expected and continues to ring in your ear as you slowly open your eyes again. Morgan's chair is pushed back from the desk. A small wisp of smoke hangs in the room between your outstretched hand and the desk. You look down and can see her leg sticking out from one side of it. You don't hear anything now. The room is eerily silent. You walk on shaky legs around to one side of the desk and see Morgan lying still. There is a large red stain on her white blouse completely covering her left shoulder. She does not appear to you to be conscious.

I did it. You think as you drop your hand to your side. You let out a deep sigh and then begin to breathe quickly as the shock of what you've done hits you. Before you have time for a proper crisis Morgan moves, swiftly retrieving a small taser from beneath her desk. You try to raise the gun as your blood runs cold at the sight of her burning eyes. She is the quicker and you feel two darts penetrate your stomach before every muscle tightens instantly. You feel the gun fall from your hand and you follow it to the floor. Morgan stops the taser and you lay there unable to move or think for a moment, everything hurts. You roll your head to the side to see Morgan getting to her feet. She loads the taser again and trains it on you, ready to fire. She walks over and kicks the gun away before digging her sharp heel into your chest. You squirm as she speaks.

"Stupid sissy." She removes her foot and hits you with the taser again and you feel yourself tense up again. The second jolt subsides and you suck air finally able to breathe again. You look over to the couch and see a party clown in full makeup laughing and pointing at you.