[ WP ] A stranger approaches you on the street , hands you a gun and a million dollars cash , and says `` you know what to do . '' What happens next ?

I stared. It's strange to know what's next. It's even more odd to know that you agreed. Within moments the man was gone. Trailing off were the soft footsteps crunching against the snow. 
 
 I turned to face the home. It stood in dignity against the falling snow. It was small. It looked warm. The deafening silence in the cold air surrounded the hearth in anticipation. My right thumb softly caressed the handle of the firearm. Feeling an inscription I looked down to read *the fire and the wood are here*. 
 
 I clenched my jaw. My fingers shook. I had thought about this extraneously. It kept me up at night. All of a sudden the air was n't cold. I began my march inside. 
 
 Closing the door, I turned around to notice the suitcase of money, a swift breeze had opened the case and tossed the bills carelessly admist the ground. I did not care. 
 
 Delicate lullaby music was playing in the background. A giggle was heard. A tear rolled down my face. 
 
 `` Daddy?'' 
 
 I froze. Sitting in a chair bundled in blankets was my little girl. My child. Her adorable pony tail bounced as she walked over to me. Green emeralds sat contently in her eyes, showing her true innocence. 
 
 `` My angel.'' I gave her a warm smile and hug, having concealed the weapon. `` I need you to sit down.'' 
 
 Gleefully she hopped to the chair and sat down, simply glad her family was there. Just them two. Like it always has been. 
 
 `` I love you. This wo n't make sense now. But you need to trust me, ok?'' At this point, tears were streaming down my face. I lifted the firearm in order to show her what my intentions were. 
 
 `` Dad, no, no, what are you doing?'' She hid in her blankets completely terrified. 
 
 `` It's too difficult to explain, the world needs this now'' I placed the gun against my own temple. 
 
 `` DADDY NO!'' She shrieked. 
 
 A sharp bang echoed beyond the house. Afterwards, all that could be heard was a little girl's cry. 
 
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 `` A tear of utmost lost and broken innocence, given unwillingly.'' 
 
 `` Why would you need that? That's going to help?'' I asked. 
 
 `` Yes. Are you going to be the hero again? We have her future and your payment all figured out.'' 
 
 `` If it's for the better-'' 
 
 `` Always is.'' 
 
 
 
 ( I have class, wish I could have done a better job, sorry ) 

