Jan 12: you will ask a friend for a prompt and you will receive interesting answers
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Crack!
Thunder struck not long after lightening flashed across the sky.
I sat by the window, sipping a cup of hot cocoa, absorbed in a mystery novel that I bought on my way home.
It didn't take long for the rain to start hammering on the window furiously.
It was peaceful for a while until I heard a sound.
I was alone at home...
So what was that noise from upstairs?
I slowly got up from my chair and dropped my mug and my book on the stool next to it.
Then I paused for a moment, deliberating on whether I should run out of the house and never return or go upstairs to see if something was up there.
I hope I'm hallucinating.
I tiptoed up the stairs, barely breathing, trying my best to maintain the silence that hung in the air so I'd hear the slightest sound that was made.
Creak
The sound of a door opening slowly made my legs and my heart stop abruptly in sync.
I didn't know what to do so I didn't do anything.
I just stood there, frozen until I heard light footsteps coming closer to the stairs.
My brain told me to run but my legs betrayed me.
And even worse, my mouth decided that this was the perfect time to operate.
"Who... who's there," I tried to yell but it came out like a whisper.
A chuckle echoed around the room and the footsteps got closer.
"Mr Stone," a deep soothing voice called as the footsteps neared me.
I swallowed, "How'd you know my name?"
He only let out a light laugh.
"We've met thrice right?"
I nearly passed out, "are...are you the man that I...in the taxi?" I managed to say.
No reply.
But then he finally stepped out into the open with a gun pointing straight at my forehead in his outstretched hand.
"Nice to meet you, sir. You can call me the...I dunno mystery man? Use your imagination. But that's not what matters right now."
He flipped the gun and caught it smoothly, the aim not leaving my head for more than a second.
"I'm here to kill you," he said flatly. "You've seen me, heard about me... about what I've been doing. I can't let you live after that."
I raised my hands in surrender and got on my knees as I trembled.
In the process, I got a good look at him this time.
He wore his usual trenchcoat and wide brimmed hat. His face was covered from his nose down with mask and his hat blocked his eyes.
He was tall and slender and an evil aura radiated from him.
"Please," I begged.
"Trust me, I don't want to do this but I have to."
I began to weep.
He walked slowly down the stairs and finally got to me.
Then he placed the mouth of the gun on my forehead as I shook.
"Please."
He pressed the gun slight harder against my skin.
"I've already finished with the policeman and the boy–"
I recoiled.
"You what?!"
"Shh," he said quietly and slid the gun down to my temple.
I wasn't ready to die.
I had done nothing wrong. I had a family and friends and many people I'll leave behind in this world.
Images of the dead policeman flashed in my head.
And then the young child...
I don't know what came over me.
I slapped the gun away from the man's hand and pushed him with so much force that me stumbled and knocked down a vase before crashing to the ground.
"Ugh..." he grunted and I stood up in a flash and dived for the gun.
I grabbed it and immediately aimed at his chest, walking slowly to him as he lay on the ground rubbing his head.
"Don't move or I shoot."
He chuckled and in a nanosecond he whipped a dagger from his coat.
"Woah." I stumbled and inched backwards.
He got up and lunged at me without a second thought.
I was too slow.
"Aargh!" I sputtered, blood spurting out of my mouth as the blade got embedded in my gut.
The pain was so intense that my eyesight dimmed and my vision blurred.
Schlack
The blade was drawn out of my body and a prickly, intensely torturous sensation flowed through me before I collapsed on the ground.
I held my abdomen and gasped in pain as blood flowed out of the wound like a running tap.
I turned slowly to see the man with the gun pointing at me again.
A shot rang in the air and I felt a sharp pain in my head but it in a second I was gone.
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My goodness...
Strangely, I liked writing this hehehe...
