Posted by The Black Knight on August 08, 2004 at 20:40:50:
The eighth of August was to most people in the United Kingdom and ordinary day, but to the lovely red head known as Beatrice Windsor the elder Princess of York it was entirely different. This was her birthday and not just any birthday it was the day she turned eighteen. She looked down at her birthday cake and her lips pulled back in a broad warm smile. She pushed her long dark red hair back behind her ears and took a deep breath to blow out the eighteen candles decorating the simple white cake. One of the candles blew out in front of Beatrice and the young Princess folded like a rag doll. She fell to her haunches then rolled over on her side simpering in pain. Beatrice rolled over on her back gasping in pain with her hands clutching her belly tightly. Blood streamed between her fingers and it was all to obvious that the red head had been shot.
"Why did it have to be today? Why did it have to be in the belly?" gasped Beatrice.
She looked down at her ruined white party dress and frowned, igoring the pain for a moment. She noticed a bright red dot just above the place where she had been shot.
"Could that be a laser sight?" asked Beatrice.
The small dot began to move up her belly then over her chest, up her throat, and over her chin.
"I do hope he finishes it quickly. This bullet in my belly is getting quite painful." said Beatrice only half-heartidly joking.
There were two quick puffs of air. Beatrice stiffened then spasmed when bullets tore through her big pretty blue eyes. Even though her body jerked and tossed on the floor the pretty Princess was quite dead.