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When I got to the end of the road I rounded a corner, staying there for a few moments before I could be sure there was no one
When I got to the end of the road I rounded a corner, staying there for a few moments before I could be sure there was no one behind me. I didn't know whether to be relived or suspicious that there was no one chasing me. I would have thought that the killer of the leading supplier of merchandise would be tracked down to the ends of the earth.
'They will,' I thought, 'they're just playing with me.'
I propped myself against the wall, lung heaving heavily. I felt the dirt and blood encrusted on my hands, and wanted nothing more than to clean it off. I wiped it on my coat for the time being, beggars can't be choosers.
I was still trying to adjust to the fact that I now was officially a murderer. I had never murdered anyone before – I had never really been violent. I started to wonder where I had found the courage. It was almost impossible that it would be originated from my own strength, it was most likely the anger that others had influenced me with.
I had to focus now – I was in dangerous territory. People knew who I was here, and if I ran into any junkies and I didn't have any merchandise on me then I would be as good as dead. The lust for drugs can drive people insane.
I buttoned up my coat and pulled the collar high next to my ears. It wasn't much, but it was the only security and anonymity I had. Checking that there was no one following me once more, I proceeded downtown to find the nearest bus stop.
The time of year had made the coming of the night fast and swift. It flew in on the back of clouds and fog, seeping through the streets and winding around buildings. It was hard to tell if it was just the place that had this heavy smoke in the streets or if it was how it was everywhere.
It was a matter of minutes before I saw the silhouettes of addicts clustered around a doorframe. They were beating loudly on it, their fists brandished with blades and guns. From what they were shouting I gathered that it was a dealer's house and he wouldn't open the door. As the largest one of the addicts scraped a knife into the intercom, I felt head sink further towards my chest. I thanked God that it wasn't me this time. A few meters away from these people were 3 women standing beneath a lamppost, encrusted with makeup and leather. Some of them carried chains, others held whips, and as I hurried past they shouted offers of company at me. They laughed, as I didn't reply, and jeered at me. I didn't care; I just headed as fast as I could until I was at the other car park at the end of the road. When I finally reached there I saw the bus stop gleaming in the streetlight, installing a tiny shred of relief inside me. The car park was deserted apart from a few cars that were on fire, a group of teenagers laughing and jumping over them. I heard a gunshot, then a thud, and then some laughter. One of them had been shot accidentally – no matter to the residents of Downtown of course, they looted his pockets and threw him on the fire. I wasn't sure if he was dead yet.
I didn't let myself relax – it was dangerous too. Instead I kept my eyes surveying the world around me constantly. There was no change, except for a rush of fire and smoke that threw itself up from the car as someone threw more gasoline on.
A car slowly drew up through the entrance of the car park, my heart sank when I realised it wasn't the bus, but it did not proceed any further. I couldn't see who was sitting there for the headlights blinded me, but for a moment I just assumed it was a dealer doing sales from their car. The teenagers obviously thought this too, for some ventured from the inferno to approach the window and shrug their shoulders in questioning. As they were turned away I furrowed my eyebrows in questioning. The engine of the car purred still, and I caught the driver slowly revving up the engine. Before I could ponder any further, the car suddenly accelerated towards me.
I had a split second to think, and I grabbed it. Seizing all of the strength I had left I threw myself to the side of the bus stop. The car crashed into the glass and shattered it. I picked myself up and tried to catch a glimpse of who was in the car but the sudden shock temporarily blinded me. The teenagers behind me had scrambled away, throwing their kerosene to one another. I had the intention of following them – I figured that they must know the area much better than I did – but before I could move forward the car reversed and spun around to face me once more. There was a fury in the way it moved; an intention and desperation to kill that scared me. As it headed for me again I bent down and rolled over again. It ran over half of my coat, inches from my arms but I had no more time to be thankful.
The driver spun around once more and circled me with high speed. I was torn between security and danger, as the car didn't seem to be aimed at me anymore. Suddenly I saw the window wind down and a hand clad in a black leather glove perch an Uzi out of the blackened window. I felt fear shoot through my veins but swallowed my anxiety. Now was the time to act, not to fear.
The passenger holding the gun began to rain down bullets on me. In the darkness of the night I could only see the flashes from the car and gun to guess where to dodge. I didn't know if it was the fog or the wet ground, but the aim of the gunman wasn't as accurate as it could be. I heard a bullet whistle past my ear as I dashed around the small space that encircled me. I had to decide what to do, and fast.
The route in which the car was travelling was getting smaller and smaller, obviously with the hope that with a smaller range for the gunman to aim in the target would be easier to hit.
The car swerved a few meters closer and a thought struck me. Ducking down near the ground and rolling once more I reached the path of the car. Waiting until it was within my reach I seized all of the energy I had left in me and threw myself at the bonnet.
The car turned from shock immediately, and I climbed further onto the roof. The hand with the gun retreated and immerging in its place came a man in dark glasses and a black dealer's coat, a red stripe over the left shoulder.
It was Vex's bodyguard.
The driver had headed out onto the road and was now speeding down the centre of Downtown, winding and twisting between cars and pedestrians. The wind was so fierce that I felt myself sliding off the roof. I wrapped my body around the car and clenched my eyes shut – by the way that the driver was jerking through the streets I knew he was trying to throw me off.
The bodyguard shouted something to the driver but I couldn't make it out, and slid further out of the window to face me. He was sitting on the wound down window, and was balancing against the wind. He brought out the gun again and aimed it at my forehead. I released an arm and flew it at his hand, throwing the gun into the round. I made a cry of happiness and flew the arm back across his face.
It was a loose strike, but it hit him nonetheless, and he shuddered from the blow. I seized his moments of being dazed and struck him again, this time harder. This time I must have thrown my fist too strongly, for I lost the grip I had on the roof of the car and slid down to the rear window. As my feet came into contact with it I grasped my hands around the groves of the trunk and secured my body around once more. It had started to rain now, and now as the fog stuck in my lungs and my face felt wet with water I found that shred of courage in me that I had almost forgotten. My limbs ached and my body was in more pain then I had ever felt before, but still I held on, as my life depended on it.
I heard a thud and a figure crash down on the tarmac next to me and sink away into the distance as the car sped on. I knew from the flash of the sunglasses that the bodyguard must have lost his balance and fallen. Reaching into my pocket again, I took out the case and beat on the rear-view window. Rain and fog blurred my vision, and I found myself lashing out violently at the glass. I saw a chip beginning to emerge and working harder at I managed to shatter the window into tiny glistening pieces. It was hard to tell which was rain and which was glass, but that was of no important consideration to me. Ignoring the cuts that I would inevitably obtain I threw myself through the window and heavily onto the seat behind the driver.