In the most unlikely of places - perhaps waiting in your shadow - the most improbable of angels waits for you...
Run! Run for god sake!
As if repeating this would make me run any faster.
I pushed my legs as fast as they would go, my knees were burning, and I was gasping for breath.
It was raining hard the splashes of the rain stinging my bare skin.
I had what I wanted, tucked under my right arm, with this in mind I pushed forward driven by the surge of adrenaline.
I ran up the lane, past the run down shops with hatchers down – graffiti written all over them misspelled words "fell me" instead of feel – just another example of the failing education - Karen's a slut, josh blows for free.
I stopped at the end of the lane, bent over gasping for air, I couldn't get enough of it, I felt like I was going to die the fire in my lungs was unreal.
The car screeched to a stop on the corner of the lane, splashing the rain water gathering in the gutter all over me. Shit!
The door of the gaudy yellow Skoda flew open, and out her climbed.
With his shaven head, his tight shirt, and his tattooed arms – he was exactly the kind of man you would expect to find in my situation.
Then it happened so fast at first I thought it was someone else – not me, like I was watching it on a tv, sitting safe and sound outside of it watching from my sofa.
I wasn't sure what it was that came first – the sound or the pain.
I heard it clear as day the ear splitting bang – then I felt it. The searing pain in my abdomen.
I thought it would be like it was in the movies – thought I would stagger around for a few seconds, then fall dramatically to my knees.
No it was nothing like that.
The moment that bullet collided with my body it was like a hot knife through butter.
The sound of it ripping apart my skin – I heard that if nothing else, then the ringing in my ears took over.
I could hear the beat of my heart in my ears; it felt like my head was going to explode as it collided with the cold concrete.
I grabbed at my stomach – trying to find any possible way to make the pain go away, I felt the thick heavy sludge that was my life supply seep through my clothes and onto my hands.
Skin head sauntered over to me – obviously not concerned with the fact he had just shot me. He bent down right next to me, and grabbed the package that was once tucked under my arm.
If it was the last thing I remember it was the stench that came from that man – stale cigarette smoke mixed with sweat and beer.
He looked down at me and grinned. The head lights from the car shining behind him, lighting him up like some sort of dark angel, her to save me. Yea, I should be so lucky.
My breaths were coming short and fast, every breath I took came with a free jolt of pain,
so they were more close to panting slash gasping rather than actual breaths.
I knew what he wanted, he wanted me to say how sorry I was, and beg him to help me.
Well he was going to be waiting for a very long time.
I had to blink hard to clear the black spots that were clouding my vision, concentrate on anything other than the pain, try and keep breathing.
Skin head chuckled he must be enjoying this, watching me suffer.
"You didn't think you would get away with it did you?"
I didn't answer – I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction.
This seemed to piss him off greatly, as a result i found myself staring down the barrel of his hand gun.
"I've been waiting for this moment for a very, very long time"
The sound of his sick, evil laughed boomed all around us, louder than the never ending thud of the rain, louder than the Skoda's engine.
He stared down at me, like I was something he'd just trod in, and was more than happy to dispose of.
I could hear my breaths loud and clear, keeping in time with my heart pounding away in my head.
Skin head still held the gun right in my face - "It's been a pleasure doing business with you"
Click
and everything went black.
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