Chapter 4
Suicide. This is basically what I'm doing. I've returned to the street we were on just a few nights ago, but this time I'm alone. I'm terrified. The broken street lights don't help at all. Building 404, 406, 408. That's the one. The door squeaks open. There's dust floating around and I'm trying not to sneeze.
"Jesus Christ it's cold." I whisper to myself. Creak. I freeze. "What the hell?" slowly turning around I'm met with a pair of glowing red eyes.
"You?" he says
"Y-you!" I manage to stutter out.
"Hey. There's nothing to be afraid of. I'm not gonna hurt you."
"Yeah right. What about the first time we met? You tried to kill me then?"
"But I didn't."
"So? Why should I believe that Satan's little henchman isn't going to kill a human like me?"
"Because I'm not like them."
"What?" I give him a confused look.
"I don't want to kill. Okay. I hate it." He's got to be kidding. I point my gun at him.
"Shut up. You're lying."
"No. No I'm not." he grabs a hold of my gun. Pull the trigger. Pull it. BANG! He falls to the floor and grasps his side in pain.
"What have you done." swoosh. I freeze. Don't turn around. To late. I turn around and are immediately knocked out.