Duality

Chapter 2

I watched from the shadows as my victim approached her car, oblivious to the danger that lurked behind her. She was an easy target, a young woman who walked alone at night without a care in the world.

I followed her, my heart racing with excitement and anticipation. This was my calling, my purpose in life. To take what I wanted, when I wanted it.

As she fumbled with her keys, the sound of the gunshot echoed through the empty alleyway. The bullet found its mark, piercing the chest of the unsuspecting victim, who stumbled backwards and collapsed onto the ground.

The assassin, a tall, lean figure clad in black, emerged from the shadows and approached the fallen woman. He knelt down beside her and watched as the life drained from her body.

"You shouldn't have crossed me" the assassin whispered coldly, before rising to his feet and disappearing into the night. The victim's blood pooled, staining the pavement a deep crimson.

But someone saw the victim, it was John. John saw the woman's body lying there, her lifeless eyes staring up at the sky. His heart pounding in his chest, he approached cautiously, his mind racing with fear and confusion.

As he drew closer, John felt a cold shiver run down his spine, knowing that he had just witnessed a murder.

He quickly dialled 911 and reported what he had seen, his voice trembling with fear. The operator assured him that help was on the way, and John waited anxiously for the police to arrive.

As the minutes ticked by, the once empty alleyway was now bustling with activity. Police officers rushed to the scene, their radios crackling with urgent messages. The paramedics arrived soon after, their equipment clattering as they hurried to save the victim's life, but it was too late.

Despite their best efforts, it was clear that the victim had passed away, her body still lying motionless on the ground. The officers began to canvass the area, searching for any clues that could lead them to the killer.

Meanwhile, the assassin watched from afar.

John's mind was a whirlwind of emotions as he stood there, staring at the lifeless body of the woman. Fear, shock, and disbelief all coursed through him, leaving him feeling numb and disoriented. The sound of the gunshot still echoed in his ears, and he could feel his hands shaking uncontrollably. The sight of the victim's lifeless body lying on the ground made him feel sick to his stomach.

"Are you John?" the officer asked, stepping out of the car. John nodded, still in shock. "We need to take you to the station to ask you some questions about what you saw."John didn't argue. He knew that he needed to tell the police everything he knew about the murder, no matter how scared he was.

As the police car drove towards the station, John's mind raced with questions. Who was the killer? Why did he do it? Would he come after John next?But when he arrived at the station, he found that the police were surprisingly calm and collected. They asked him a series of questions, trying to get as much information as they could about the killer and what he looked like.And slowly but surely.

Detective Connor sat across from John in the small interrogation room. John was visibly shaken, his eyes darting around the room, and his hands trembling.

"John, can you tell me what happened tonight?" Detective Connor  asked, his voice calm and reassuring.

"I was walking home from work, and I heard a gunshot," John replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "I turned the corner, and I saw a woman lying on the ground. There was blood everywhere, and I could tell she was dead."

"Did you see anyone else in the area?" Detective Connor asked, leaning forward slightly.

"I didn't see anyone," John said, his voice trembling. "But I heard someone running away. I think it was the person who did it."