<div style="text-align: center;">Outside the Lawerence Residence/ 8-9pm</div><br/><span style="color: #0040BF">The night was dark, a new moon reigning in the end of dusk. The trees danced lightly in the breeze, leaves swirling along the undergrowth past the lone figure lying amongst their midst. He lie prone, eye held tightly to the scope of a long rifle. His sights centered upon the only light source in the distance, a cabin. He lay motionless, waiting for his target to appear.<br/></span><br/>Autumns leaves at already fallen and littered the ground with their bright decaying colors. Miranda loved this time of year. The foliage came in so many different colors making the view stunning, and the wind still even had the hint of warmth from summer's rays. Her white nurseâ€™s shoed pushed aside fallen leaves as she made her way along the path to her cabin home. A strain of curled hair fell into her face as she looked down at her feet. She had decided to wear her hair down that day and even styled her medium brunet hair into playful curls.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0040BF">A silhouette in the distance appeared from the darkness. The description matched, it was his mark. Slowly he cocked his rifle and took careful aim. The wind could cause trouble at this distance, so he waited for a lull in the breeze. She still had a ways until she made it into the cabin, there was time yet.</span><br/><br/>Miranda could see the lights of the cabins outside light. The light made her feel warm inside and reminded her of Tyson and the first night he brought her to his home. He was so romantic, even lade a line of rose petals out for her, he had made her an excellent dinner; with medium rare, well-seasoned steak with creamy fluffy mashed potatoes and steamed vegetables.  Even though the meal was simple it was oh so delicious, and what came afterwards. The mere thought had her blushing, but the sound of the nearest trees whining jolted her out of her memories. A chill ran down her spine as the wind pushed against her back and tugged and the cotton over shirt. Something in the air felt wrong and she rubbed her arms while hastening her pace.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0040BF">She neared the house and the wind finally started to settle for a moment. <span style="font-style: italic">'Take the shot, not many chances left.</span> He lined up the shot one final time, and pulled the trigger. The shot rang out around the area, sending the few animals in the area off running. What was left of his mark was lying on the ground, blood pooling at the point of impact. A job done, he shifted, and was nowhere to be seen, his physical form no longer necessary. It would be a long trip to his contractor, but he had all the time in the world. Another job well done.</span><br/><br/>Miranda was just about to reach the steps of the cabin when the crack of a rifle being fire sounded. She whirled around, her face a blur of brunet hair. Time slowed down for her and all she could think about was Tyson, and the unborn child that slept in her womb. She hadn't told Ty about the baby yet, cause she wanted it to be a surprise since she still wasn't really showing and she was already 6months into her term. Their life flashed before her eyes and then she was back in real life.<br/><br/>She had missed when she feel to the steps, but now she felt them. Pain erupted in her back as well as her abdomen.<span style="font-style: italic">"Oh god! The baby!"</span>She was so frantic she had no idea what to do, she began to weep, just as her life essence was draining out of her as well. Miranda knew she needed help and no one would be able to hear her cry's of pain this far out into the woods, she dug into her purse that fell not that far away from her and she closed her hand around the cool rectangular device and dialed 9-1-1.<br/><br/>Soon an ambulance was pulling away from her home, Miranda was on a gurney with tubes sticking out of her and a half celpi paramedic leaned over her applying pressure to her wound. She went between being conscious and not. She had lost a lot of blood and still was. The paramedics whispered of her doom and that she wouldn't make it, but they still rushed her to the hospital as fast as they could, sirens blaring for on-comers to get out of their way.<br/><br/>Her last conscious memory was of doctors saying her name while leaning over her with surgical masks over their face's this time she knew it was her last in this mortal realm, she would never see the lovely face of her fiancee or feel the protectiveness over her child and the joy of cradling them. This was it and the only thing she could muster out of her blood coated throat was...<span style="font-style: italic">Tyson</span>