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One day, government of her region found out that there was a mass murder by a possible serial killer, with really different patterns of murder. Of course, after finding out about that, they told about that to the best regional sheriff everybody's know from there, since nobody know other sheriffs but her. After hearing that, she even wanted to deal with it as soon as possible. But the thing is this mission was in the north of russia. Unfortunately, in some settlement around the middle of Siberia. It wasn't a village, it was a pretty big town. And no one ever excepted that some sheriff from the USA will deal with this problem from Siberia.  Also, the problem might be that Mary had a lot of enemies which can get her from any place in this world. They can't just get her when she's ready to fight and being with all her mights. They need a chance, probably even the only moment in their full of envy, worthless life. Probably, they themselves dont even understand the whole meaning of it. It is just hatred — script code, embedded in the program. If it is written right, It will work without any option. The government said the trip will be in 2 days — Monday. Obviously It takes much time, causes endless time being in lifeless (or looking like that) location. However, Mary was born in the place similar to it and has been living there all her life, that's why it is never problem for her. But does it mean that the mission is safe? Especially for a human who was in Wild West all their life?  Saturday. Two days before the trip. 8 AM. 86°F. Sunny warm day. Finally weekends, but at what cost. She wokes up in her typical old room being in a light sleep white dress because she had nothing else normal to sleep in. A town where she lives is one of the most ancient. Yet the USA isn't in a good situation this year. Surprisingly, it leads to deficit everywhere of everything. Every civilian, the whole world have heard about it. If everybody takes off their pink glasses — the problem will be definitely itself. This repulsive, exact thought spoiled her mood. But it was planned to receive warm clothing today without fail. Due to the situation in country — no way to ask for it from people who sent her in Siberia. Even government cannot help her. The actual reason why they did lend a hand to Russia is money. She quickly drank a cup of unknown coffee which she doesnt even remember. Thought didnt stopped her — the main is to do everything in time. She went out into the street being in her usual outfit to get approval and authority from strangers she will never see again. It would be  questionably if she came out wearing different clothes. In all these great words she heard something one. "One more time again I see this foolish sheriff. She worth only execution. No one just want to say it in public. Civilians are scared of her glory." After these word some passed by people agreed. She suddenly started to doubt about her good reputation. Therefore she was walking the streets thinking about it.  After an hour of walking, she looked around because she no longer remembered where she was going. Sawing a random shop she uncertaintly came in. But after meeting her aunt she breathed out.  — Good morning. I hope you know what I want. Warm clothing due to going to Siberia.   — I've heard about it. You think someone havent heard already? She said it reading a newspaper.  — Ya have any idea of that guy which was saying some shit bout me? Have you heard about them?  — Not really? Dont understand what are you talking about..  — Ain't matter then. Just give me those clothes already.  Her aunt slowly put everything on a small wooden table chuckling.  — Are you actually sure it fits you? I mean, black coat is much better for you. — Why such a trouble? Ya think I care bout my appearance? About what I wear? After these words she sharply gave her aunt money, took her clothes, loudly left the shop with anger and displeasure, leaving behind her only laughing and mocking.  Sunny in the endless azure outdoors. Just brightful sun.  Mary was thinking about future and going into the unknown. Such a similar things. She wasn't even sure what she has a deal with. "What if they all were lying?" she was thinking. No one want to be deceived. Especially in such a special, having full influence work. For no reason there were no people on the street, but there wasnt any special day today. That didnt even bother her but these every streets were very empty and left obsessive and frightening thoughts.  With all these thoughts she unconsciously took her revolver out of her pocket and uncertainty pointed it towards soulless distance. In fact, she can't just be afraid of something except one, the worst thing. Seeing this group she suddenly pulled the trigger. Without any words, any thoughts.  So, they all, every of them are dead out of hand. Mary was worried about other things so "Why person's soul n life r so valuable? When one of idiots from this world dying it shouldnt be that tragic. It doesnt even worth anything. Any, getcha?, ANY sad thought does not deserve that." these words were in the new order of daily newspaper the day after that. "I aint give a damn if someone's gonna cry when I kick off. As I said. Humans r too sensitive n degraded yk."  The day passed too quickly. This psychopath was just walking around the city trying to find smh they never find. Messing round with a zero or invisible target. Is it even visible for this foolish person? does IT even EXIST? In fact she never cares what ppl say about her at all. It leads to freedom of speech about her. No one knows the truest reason why they all do that. But by any chance it's just jealous. Doesn't matter though already. "New day means new attitude, aint it true?" Was her last phrase in her mind before fell asleep completely.  6 AM. None of sun. Rainy and stormy. Sunday.  The same room. But tomorrow it's going to be different or it might not even be. Nobody gives a shit about all that. Due to situation in the country. Divine money as soon as possible!  To be honest she doesn't care about it as them.  "This damn town; If I see these weirdos again I swear I will proudly pierce all of those. Even if it costs things I never get back. Talking bout mine health rn." Mary suddenly yelled at nothing. How much she has questioned the existence of this group for every civilian here killing almost every?  Countless times. But she is still not a fearless hero of this, at least, town.  Anyway, there was nothing to eat. If we are talking material things. She always eat something in the morning. "What if the same will be in the village in Siberia?" she questioned herself but remembered she can't be gentle and soft, not knowing what to eat. Never was a trouble if she secretly killed some cashier just to get some subsistence from an average worthless market. Who knows how they even get food in such a political unpleasant position in the world itself.  After that damn hour Mary arrived here seeing a scared to death cashier. Beholding a sheriff who has gone crazy was never safe. Especially knowing they are the one who can destroy every innocent soul forgetting the role of protecting sheriff. Confidently she pointed her revolver at this innocent person. Loud bang, there is no more anyone alive on this place. Moral boundaries are completely erased. Almost every of them.  The murderer quickly escapes this sinful market with some food in the basket. Only basket because fear. Fear of police. Fear of consequences. People outside were looking at her like they know everything. Although no one saw or hear anything.  Out of nowhere on her long-awaited way home, someone pushed her. – You are the one who killed lots of people, including my people, ain't you? Worthless naive sheriff. – Who the hell r ya??? Get the hell out of my face before ya regret it!  A powerful hit to her head, probably. Almost instantaneous blackout. Mary found herself in a hospital ward. Who knows how many hours or days passed and what even happend. Surprisingly, she didn't feel hungry. it's muffled by pain. She asked the nurse who carefully and smilingly came to her about what date is it today. The answer was Sunday, 11 PM. Also Mary heard muffled words that were about "You've got serious damage of your head and brain"  Nothing ever will stop her. Especially when that's the question of fame and recognition. What if successful mission by her would spread around the world? She will become the hero. The hero who changed the history of the USA. She can't just simply pass one by million chance. No matter what it costs. Few hours later, when the dusk fell, Mary left the hospital through the white old window, since it doesn't high. Heavy rain has been all day as foreshadowing something evil today. Streets are empty, steps were loud. The tension is too much for her.  "Something weird is happening right now. Again random moron who cares about my recent headshot." she whispered.  "Come out whatever! Ya know perfectly we are alone. I swear ya wont suffer, just one shot and thats it." Unexpectedly she noticed a black figure in 20 meters. Seems like it is a person. This one is approaching slowly without giving even a hint of fear. Hallucinations or consequences that cannot be avoided? Suddenly, everything that could, are swaying from the destructive  gust of wind. No hurricane, however an unthinkable amount of sand and dust. Out of nothing rain has stopped. Instantly the black figure knocked her to the ground and threatened to shoot her with a gun. Our sheriff replied to guy with their gun calmly "For me, after every of ur action or moving ya will still worth nothing, ur life n ur existence. Sadly, killing mine body is a death sentence." He answered in a whisper  "We will find ya. Don't even think about it. Regret is inevitable for all your murdered souls. Wanna play hide and seek tomorrow? You will die in pain like all of them!" He said it playfully and sadistically and disappeared just as unexpectedly as he appeared. After that Mary found out mysterious figure still managed to shoot her in the stomach. "Holy shit, I always know they are all weird as hell. I haven't even done anything but dying right now."  Foggy and cold. No wind.  Endlessly scarlet blood, regret, the fearful number of victims at her own hands – at sheriff's hands which were protective and ambitious before deficit. Even the stars along with the moon are facing such a fate.  Deficit led all people along the road to inescapable, bitter death. A necessary measure if you haven't committed suicide out of despair.  "But I will be in the hospital again, I actually want it? I have to live till tomorrow." If you ever get a serious wound, what will you do with it? No matter what did u answer sheriff will never do the same. Risk and recognition are important in this world but not after some hospital or anything like that. Mary walked down the street quickly, towards her empty house, as if nothing bad had happened. A gloomy night with the hope of taking someone's life. Fortunately, yet it won't be her. Upon reaching her home, and then her old bed, no one had any idea what to do, not even her. While no one even knew what happened, she was aware of the possible soon rough end. After 30 minutes, at 3:05 AM. Mary did everything she could to avoid her demise. But of course she isn't sad or upset. The only aim right now is surviving until this damn tomorrow.  Nearly 4 AM. The night keeps its silence. It is hard to fall asleep suffering with pain. "Who knows, maybe the universe itself gave me chance to get some sleep. Who even know anything about it, anyway? Only me and this world out of empathy. That's why I am better than all of those who live there. No one would disagree I deserve better attitude. I guess, I should be warmer to everyone but I am afraid of this world. I cant be like that." Our sheriff finally had fell asleep. What is the future going to be like.. Around 1 PM. Only 68°F today. The wound haven't became worse and Mary felt better. Probably, every of it have never happened? For some unknown reason she felt nothing negative in herself. Not even a bad memory. Only encourage after waking up in the difficult day.. Anyway, weird silence was outside. Weird because the only day it had silence all the time was when some important figure died in the high. What is happening right now? The overcrowded main streets which are shrouded in empty hopes and faith in a foreign, better future, which is being spread over the loudspeaker every week, just to stop the people from going completely insane..? Mary got out of her bed, remembered that the trip in Siberia is going to be at 8:12 pm today. "I have lots of energy today so perhaps Im gonna just go out. I needa rest, I wish.."  She knew it isnt an option to just listen to what other people are talking about. Why did she even become a sheriff? There was actually the only reason – lack of choice and poverty? One day it was just listed fifteen jobs which are women can get and only one sounded individually. Is it just a changed personality due to this and difficult situation with one outcome. The one end in immortal collapse and ferocious chaos.  Letting these thoughts go aside, she goes out walking on the crowded streets, seeing everything new, but recognizable. Nobody is cared about her. Not even a word about her name! Prayers and curses could be heard through the crowd.  — We can't and won't continue living without our salaries anymore!! Give us our S-A-L-A-R-I-E-S!!!!  People are speaking this phrase, the reason for the rebellion to the head of our region.  Refusing to answer he stood proudly and calmly looked at this endless number of dissatisfied people. A moment passed and suddenly a bullet out of nothing flew at him. He fell down insensibly dead, the crowd screamed and was frightened. After a few second thousands of people started to stare fixedly at me. They knew I'm a sheriff who told once in the newspaper about not valuing human's life.  That made Mary anxious. What should she even do right now? The whole crowd can now attack frightened sheriff mercilessly. Only willful people who are no longer controlled by anything and her. She found the courage to shoot into the sky confidently and loudly asked everyone "Who are y'all even trust? Me, the honorable sheriff ever of the whole history of this huge world, or your mind which doesnt know anything about the situation? I know every of you are scared and afraid of the things happening now, but let me conduct an investigation and show with complete certainty who the killer is!"  Out of this massive crowd some brave man came up to her and said, "Who gives a shit about this investigation? We all know It's going on for so long, every night can be the last for us!"  Unfortunately, after those rough words intense rage took over Mary. She felt for her favourite two dark brown with shining silver revolvers and suddenly pulled them out in front of everyone.  "Problematic sheriff, y'all say? Let it be then how ya, pathetic souls, think about me!" Our sheriff wished to pull the trigger in the bunch of people already. But predictable reaction of the crowd was unexplainable loud and negative. Shades only of her fear were visible, adrenaline took over her just to see one more piece of light in this complex, dark world. It looks like the moment with the gojo's expansion of a couple of seconds. Everything feels so unreal and odd. The pulse was unexplainable, in the end she killed those who were making the most noise – scarlet indelible blood was all over her costume. Everything that has some value means nothing right after this terrorist attack. Fearing the severity and cruelty of the boomerang's fate, Mary ran away from there in a few minutes. Nobody is waiting for her, former respected sheriff, already in the region and country itself. They only want her to get a reward for her body or just put her in jail, solitary confinement.