“GET AWAY FROM ME, YOU BASTARD!” I shrieked back at the figure, puddles spraying in every direction as each sole pushed against the pavement, sprinting me forward. I could just fight him, but I couldn’t. Not in the state he was in, not after I saw what had happened just then. I knew he was just feet behind me, and if I didn’t increase my pace and speed I would be dead pretty soon. I knew adrenaline was my life source; a lot of things had lagged me that day, but the sheer instinct of survival never seemed to fail me. I probably dealt on it too much for my liking, at least.

But I couldn’t help but love it; Especially in this situation.

I screeched to a shuddered pace and whipped around a corner, coming to a halt on a dead end. I nearly smacked my face against the fence that was millimetres away from me, but my reflexes still seemed to be in perfect working order. My hands now full of splinters, I twisted my body around, the breath beating itself out of me and back in again. The alleyway was a dead end. I urgently tilted my head upwards, squinting as heavy raindrops splashed across my cheeks and submerged around the hollows of my eyes. There was no way out that way, either. I cursed to myself, rubbing my eyes free of the water without too much care and whined, gazing warily at the direction I had just came in.

“Aw, lickle one crying for mommy?” The shadow that was now looming there cackled, casually spinning around that dreaded metal mechanism in his hand, his bloodshot eyes boring into me. I instantly shuddered and cut my breath short. It was as if he was already sucking the life out of me.

“Aw, she’s really scared. Don’t worry, I’ll make it all better..” He took a daring step forward. The way he slammed his shoe purposely onto that puddle and sent liquid everywhere caused me to nearly scream in shock, but it felt as if all the adrenaline had frozen. I was really quite glad of that, to be honest. At least it couldn’t go spurting out of my bloodstream due to the core speed it was throwing itself around in. I finally shifted my gaze straight into his shrunken pupils, a freakishly eery chill tingling down my spine. Those moments where you know that it’s the point of no return; it’s very.. Draining, to say the least. But that was probably just the river of sheer fear wearing me out. If I didn’t regain myself soon, I was pretty sure I was going to pass out. He took a few more steps towards me, finally pulling out the weapon at arm’s length, his finger curled around the trigger, aimed right for my head. His eyes were stretched wide open, gazing at me with a maniac look in his eyes. I swore on the splinter’s in my hands that he was insane.

“Y-You ready to DIE?” He curdled, stocking up a exasperated laugh behind the claim.

Well, no.
Not that I could mention that to him. If I said I wasn’t, he’d shoot me; If I said I was, he’d still shoot me. I couldn’t win. I just gazed at him helplessly, feeling there was going to be a rush of tears overwhelming me soon. And I just knew, between the haze of emotions and tension, that he could sense this. He cackled, and playfully fingered the trigger.

“You know you haven’t got much of an choice, have you? Ah well, I might as well not waste my time-” He burst into a fit of giggles, his dishevelled form being revealed underneath the bags of what you could call clothes. All I could do was stand there, my nerves pulsing in time with my heart, which had probably become lodged halfway up my oesophagus. His breath lingered into the depth of my senses, and I watched in wonder as my vision decided to go on a spinning trip. The giggling subsided, and he coughed hazily, tapping the gun playfully against my left temple. I bit tightly on my tongue, and my eyes fluttered, instinctively sweezing themselves shut, literally hearing him count down the seconds in his thoughts before he applied force on that single piece of metal, which would end my life so easily.

Well, Shit…





Bam.




I opened my eyes.

The idiot’s gun was scattered a good few metres in the opposite direction of where I was standing. I blinked, astounded, before straining my eyesight across the scene, hardly daring to move.

There he was, crumpled, on the floor. My attempted assassin was bathing in his own, sick, puddle of blood, a large gaping hole drilled into his own temple. My eyes shot up to the bleak figure that was kneeling over him, their own face bloodstained. I gazed at them dumbfounded for a moment, before they drifted their own eyes up to my vision. A sudden, soft, expression emerged on their face, as they slowly fumbled with some items they had collected from the body. They slowly stood up, and it was then noticeable that a replica of the killing machine that was discarded metres away from me was gripped in their hand.

He slowly smiled at me reassuringly, jostling the gun in a light manner.

“Hey, it looks like two guns do save a life.”