And, as promised to my only active fan:


A Bloody Swim


It was a hot day, at the end of July. Gemma had decided it was the perfect day for a nice swim at the lake. A round of phone calls and, to her great regret, none of her friends was free that afternoon. Certainly this won't stop her, she was a stubborn girl and the day was really too hot to stay indoors. So she decide to leave alone, only her, her scooter and the fresh waters of the lake.

Gemma was only 14, smooth red hair, just below the shoulders. Blue eyes and freckles, she was a girl destined to break a lot of hearts in the future. She was wearing a pair of white shorts and a light yellow shirt, a half-sleeved.

She parked the scooter fifty meters from the shore, put her helmet and handbag beside the vehicle and looked around. The lake was wonderful in a day like this: it was isolated enough to be almost always desert but the place for Gemma was definitely worth the trip. It still receives light until late afternoon; from the bank where the girl was standing grew a layer of grass that reaches almost to the water. It was a well-kept place, some people went there once a week to fix it. The water shone fresh and inviting.

Gemma undressed, impatient to take a refreshing swim. She had a blue two-piece costume, nothing too provocative: it was not her genre and her girlish body would have seemed ridiculous with certain clothes on. Slender but not too tall, a pale skin full of freckles, a breast that was slowly starting to grow, Gemma certainly didn't have a woman's body. Regardless of these thoughts, the girl runs towards the water with her bare feet trampling on the grass.

The impact with the surface of the lake took her breath away for half a second. Compared to the torrid air, it seemed to be in heaven there! Gemma was a skilled swimmer, she had been swimming since she was six and had never stopped. Water was her natural element, she was more at ease there than on earth where, to tell the truth, she was also a bit clumsy. For almost two hours the girl juggled between the cool waters of the lake, almost like a siren, regardless of what was happening in the outside world.

In the end, her nature as a land animal returned to be heard. It was starting to get cold, her fingers had become wrinkled, her lips were beginning to darken, it was time to get out of the water. With a last pirouette, Gemma headed for the shore to where it touched and stood up. Her wet skin shone in the sun, her red hair stuck to her face.

She managed to take only a couple of steps before something hit her right between her legs. Her eyes widened in surprise, she brought her hands to the groin and looked down. Where her vagina had stood a moment before, there was now a bloody cluster. Blood mixed with urine ran down between her thighs. Only a few moments later came the awareness of what had happened. Incredulous, the girl began to scream as waves of pain ran through her body.

They shot me! Someone shot me!

Unable to stand up, Gemma knelt, still with her hands between her legs. Trembling, she looked at her now red costume. Who could do that to her? Surely he had to be some careless hunter, she had never hurt anyone, why should they shoot her?

"Help! Help me!" Screams mixed with tears "They shot me! They shot me!"

The wind had risen, it was cold on his wet skin. No one responded to her appeal.

"Help! Someone help me!"

Another blow reached her: in the middle of the ribs, on the right. Taken by surprise she fell backward, her eyes turned to the sky. She touched the new wound with one hand.

It wasn't an accident. Someone shot me voluntarily!

In her mind the thoughts chased each other

''Who is it? Why did he shoot me? What did I do to him? "

Not even a hypothesis, nothing that could remotely explain.

"Please, I don't know who you are, you have the wrong person! Call an ambulance! Help me! I don't want to die!"

The new bullet prevented her from breathing well, she was not expert enough in anatomy to assume what it had damaged her. She thought of the phone he had left near the scooter. Perhaps she could reach it by crawling. Perhaps if she remained lying down, the sniper would not see her.

She turned and lay down on his stomach. She could do it, even slowly, she didn't care but she had to get on the phone and call someone. Gemma began to crawl, one limb at a time even though every movement caused her excruciating pain especially when she had to move her legs. She tried in vain not to think about her mangled sexual organs. Would she have been able to make love? To have children? She had never had sex with anyone but at this point, if she came out alive, she didn't care about spending a spinster's life, she would have been able to live for a few years at least.

A red trail of blood formed behind her as she advanced. The sun was hot on her skin but at least a slight breeze had risen which gave her some relief. Her progress was tragically slow but nevertheless proceeded: she came to the grass, about ten meters from the water. Compared to the little stones on the shore, the slight pinching of the grass was almost pleasant. The sniper hadn't been heard for a while, maybe he was tired of waiting for her, maybe he had given her up for dead, Gemma could only hope. Three more meters crawling on the grass, she heard the familiar ringing of a message: maybe someone would look for her, maybe they would come up here!

No Gemma, nobody will come, you have to get by yourself or you will never go home again. Get the fucking scooter!

Another two meters, now the pain was constant but the girl resisted and went on. By now she had almost made it a habit, she had found a technique that allowed her to advance without feeling pain Or, at least, without experiencing a blinding pain with every movement of a muscle. Two more meters.

It was then that the sniper fired again. In the silence, Gemma heard a muffled sound and half a second later the bullet slipped into the girl's right side, smashing her a rib "Son of a bitch!" She cried. Suddenly the cell phone seemed even farther away, a whole series of new muscles had been torn off and launched new warning signals. She had no time to decide what to do, a fourth bullet went through the air and planted itself in her back.

Gemma saw all her hope crumble: the sniper was out there and could see her, she would never reach her cell phone, nor would she ever go home to her family, her friends. He would never have had a boyfriend or had the first kiss. She would never run or swim again. She would never get up from that lawn again. By now also incapable of moving her legs Who knows what that last bullet hit, Gemma could not help but cry. She turned her head to the right, from where the blows came roughly: it seemed to her for a moment to see a reflection in the woods but maybe it was just her brain that was delirious.

She tried to scream, to call for help, but her whispers reached only a few meters from her. With her face in the grass waiting for death, her red hair spread out in front of her, Gemma surrendered. Every now and then the sniper gave signs of life by shooting a few shots around where she was lying, just to let her know she wasn't alone. Gemma still didn't understand why that man had killed her. She had never hurt anyone, she just wanted to live a happy life. She felt more and more cold, her sight was increasingly blurred, then suddenly everything went out.

From the hill that Monika had chosen as a base, Gemma seemed dead. She fired another couple of shots but her target did not react in any way. At least forty minutes had passed since the last time she hit her. Still shaken by the last orgasm of that afternoon, Monika put the rifle she had just used to kill an innocent girl in the car. A friend of her sister, moreover. She felt alive, the world around her was brighter than ever.