Frightful Flash Fiction

Season Finale

I picked up the gun. There was only one bullet left in it. Antonio tried to charge me, but it was too late. I fired the gun, Antonio drops to the floor. I walk away as Antonio lies there, a pool of blood forming underneath him.

It was quite the cliffhanger if I do say so myself. I had just watched the season finale of, "Don't Love Me, Lie To Me." It was a crime drama I was on. I played Vincenzo, an ex fiance to the main character, and the shows villain.

I was really tired, so I decided to go to sleep a couple hours earlier than usual. However, that early sleep didn't last long. I was awoken by a loud noise. The sound of glass shattering. I had gotten up from my bed, and began to walk towards the source of the noise.

I stumbled through my living room, rubbing my eyes, in hopes of clearing up my vision. I stepped into the kitchen and turned on the lights. A person I had never seen was standing there. Before I could even react, they whacked me across the head with a gun, and I had fallen unconscious.

When I woke up, I was tied to my kitchen chair. I was still really tired so my words sounded slurred when I tried to talk.

"Who are you?" I managed to mutter.

He looked at me, "Don't waste your time, I know what you did," he said.

I had no idea what he was talking about, my mind still too groggy to fully take in the situation. Some part of me thought it might of just been a dream. The man asks me if I'm right or left handed.

"Why?" I question. He just stares at me, waiting for an answer. "Right" I blurt out.

I'm ambidextrous, so I had to pick one. The man smiles, picks up a knife and slams it down onto my right hand. The sheer pain I felt knocked me out of my drowsy state, and I began to scream in pain.

"Good, that's what you deserve!" The man yelled at me.

"What the hell did I do to deserve this you fucking psycho?!" I yelled back at him.

"What did you do? You killed him, you killed him, and now he's gone. He was my favorite too, and you killed him!" He screamed.

At first I was confused, who the hell did I kill, and then it hit me.

"Do you mean Antonio?" I asked the man.

"Don't you dare say his name!" The man yelled, tears beginning to go down his face.

"Oh my God, Antonio isn't actually dead, it's a T.V. show. Antonio isn't even Antonio, his name is Jack." I tried to explain, but he cut me off.

"You can't talk your way out of this one Vincenzo, I know about your silver tongue," the man said.

I sat there, my mind trying hard to accept the situation. "I'm not really Vincenzo, it's a character I play. My name's John, Vincenzo isn't real." I tried to calm the man down, but nothing worked.

He grabbed another knife and told me to stick my tongue out. When I refused he slashed my cheek. I screamed again.

The man began to talk to himself, "Fuck! I shouldn't even still be here. I have to get this over with."

He grabbed the gun at his side and pointed it at me.

I tried to explain once more, "Don't do this, you don't understand, Antonio, isn't really dead, I promise, I have his number, would you like to call him?"

The man looked at me, "I saw you shoot him, he's dead, you're not tricking me. I have to do this."

He pointed the gun in my direction, closed his eyes and fired. He had missed. He opened his eyes to see I was still alive, so he went to try again. But before he could fire, police busted into the house and tackled him to the floor. My neighbors had heard screaming, so they called the cops.

The cops had heard the gun shots, so they took action. I was taken to a hospital for my wounds. They had to get a new actor to play Vincenzo, cause on that day I swore to never play the villain again.