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Cornered

The killer weighed her suppressed H&K USP Compact in her palm and emerged from hiding when she heard her target turn on the shower. The boy she was tasked with eliminating, detective Conan Edogawa, had left the bathroom door open, thinking he was alone in the house. He was wrong. She entered and saw his clothes on the floor. His sneakers were neatly arranged beside them and his watch lay on the stool. Without them, her victim was defenseless. She smirked. Funny how she was already a step ahead of the so called "genius" detective. Not that killing a small boy like him would be a challenge.

The young woman slowly approached the shower, index finger on the trigger, and grabbed the curtain. She pulled it to the side in a single motion and took aim. The boy stood inside the shower naked with his back turned to her. He hadn't even noticed her pull the curtain right behind him. His mind was miles away. He just stood there, letting the water run over him and pool at his feet. He stared at the droplets racing down the tiles, colliding and merging into larger drops...

"Detective!"

The boy whipped around at the sudden voice behind him and shrieked, instinctively covering himself. Then he saw her unfamiliar, humorless face and the gun aimed at him. His eyes went wide.

Fwip.

The bullet hit him in the chest like a punch. He scrunched his face and reeled back against the tiled wall, his hand flying up to clutch the wound.

Fwip. Fwip.

He groaned in pain as he felt two more bullets slam into his midsection, leaving two burning holes. He tried to stumble out, but she had already stepped into the shower and pressed him against the wall. He kicked her in the shin in an attempt to wrench himself free. The impact sent a jolt of pain through his foot but the woman didn't even budge. Without hesitation, she pressed the barrel against his stomach and fired another bullet into him.

"MMMGHHH!" His face contorted as he clenched his teeth. He wanted to curl into himself but she forced him to remain upright with her tight grip. He looked up at her, gasping for air, his mind still reeling from the sudden violence. The woman stared directly into his eyes. The shower was still running and she was standing in the stream, the water drenching her side. It was irrelevant to her. She just observed his reactions impassively.

Her finger moved again. Fwip.

"Hgkk!" Yet another bullet burrowed into his stomach, his already microscopic chances of survival plummeting even further. He clamped his hand around the barrel and remained like this for a moment, breathing heavily, while she held him against the wall with the gun pressed against his belly. His mind was screaming. He couldn't believe this was happening. His thoughts turned to the scene around him. She was leaving no clues. His murder would never be solved. "Eeuuughhhh..." he groaned out as he finally registered the pain and unfairness. He was going to die. There was no other outcome.

The girl broke the silence. "Say goodnight, kid." She pressed the side of his head against the wall and raised her gun. His skull felt like it was about to burst. The hinge of his glasses snapped.

"Please!" he wheezed out through tears and snot. He could feel the muzzle pressing against his temple. "I'll pay you! PLEASE YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE D-"

Fwip.

His brain hit the wall with a splat. This shut him up. She shoved his body to the side and it landed in the puddle face-first with a cracking sound. Maybe it was his nose, or maybe his glasses. She looked at the stain covering the wall at child height. Years of deductions, calculations and observations, now nothing but a red, chunky blotch waiting to be cleaned up with a sponge.

She turned off the shower and dragged the naked corpse out like a piece of meat, then rolled it onto its back next to the toilet. She began filming the body from head to toe as a special gift to the Black Organization. They always loved it when she brought footage back. The boy's foot twitched once.

She took his watch and sneakers and put them in her bag as souvenirs for them. Then she reached down and took his broken glasses, too, before leaving the dead boy behind and exiting the building. Case closed, she thought to herself.