ME & YOU

The Murder

A fifty-year-old man was running in his white lab coat across the dark corridors of the National Laboratory. His flowing white beard swayed along as he was running. The thin round glasses with the gold frame were shaking up and down. He turned his head back to see whether anyone was following him. The corridors were pitch black. His fists were closed tightly carrying something within it.

The backdoor was 100 m away from him. Never in his life, had this scientist expected himself to be in such a disastrous state that he had to run and escape from people, in the field of science. His dream of becoming a scientist turned out to be a nightmare. He pushes the back door open with full force and falls to his knees on the ground. He takes out his phone and dials a number immediately. The receiver picks it up.

"Sally, where are you? I have it in my hands."

"I am right here. Close to the parking lot." The receiver replies. 

"Fine, I will be there in a minute. Try to come closer. I am tired."

He gets back on his feet. He needs to run away before anyone sees him. He looks around to make sure no one would arrive. He sees nothing about a mile across except a few cars in the parking lot. His tiring legs push his obese stomach forward. Out of the blue, A bullet pierces through his head with lightning speed. The scientist falls on his stomach as a pool of blood flows out from his forehead. The light tapper of boots approaches the dead scientist. A black-coated figure with a pistol in his right hand emerges out from the darkness. He pushes the scientist's body with his feet. He sighed at the sight of this pitiful creature's death who was on his quest to save his world. He opens the scientist's fist to notice a chain with a blue circle-shaped pendant hanging. The pendant had an intricate pattern of Sanskrit symbols printed over it. He ties it around his hand.

Then, he hears the sound of wheels revving nearby. When his head turns to his left, A Jeep Wrangler sends him flying a metre away. the chain slips off his hand. Sally steps out of her car door immediately. She snatches the necklace on the floor. She notices the killer still lying down on the floor, after the hard hit. She goes to sit next to the scientist.

"I am s... sorry, sir. For not being there for you at the right time. I will take care of this." She says as tears drip from her eyes. 

She notices the assassin's head slowly rising. She gets back in her car and goes backwards in reverse gear. The assassin stands on his knees and faces the car. Both were staring at each other with anger brimming out of their lungs. Sally's hands were on the steering wheel of the jeep and the killer's hands were ready with his 9mm pistol. She shifts the reverse gear to the second with the clutch and turns completely to the main road. He raises his pistol towards the SUV and tries to shoot her through the glass. One bullet nicks her shoulder. Sally starts to panic as the blood drips from her shoulder. She increases the speed.

The killer shifts his focus towards her wheels. He closes his left eye and keeps his hands straight. Just two tyres had to puncture and the car would skid. He shot twice from the pistol with precision. In the nick of time, both bullets hit their target. The car starts to skid around in a Zigzag manner. Sally loses control of the steering wheel. It crashes into a shop nearby.

The assassin smirks with pride watching his precise shooting skills. He places the gun back in his pocket and walks towards the car. He would love to shoot and kill people all day. He was a man who chose killing not due to circumstances but purely because of his passion towards it. He would make a count of the people he killed in a month like a progress report. He opens the driver's seat to see his injured prey. it's empty. He checked around the cross but he couldn't find her. She escaped.

The assassin's phone starts to ring. He throws the phone in the middle of the road and roars angrily. From the shop's backdoor, Sally enters an alley, with her hand on her shoulder. She stares back at the chain in her hands. Then, she safely drops it in her pant pockets. She quietly continues to run in the dark alleyway.