Crimson Nightmares

Chapter Four

I had left the orphanage a year after killing those men. It felt good not to have the orphanage hanging over me. It was a few days before I started to realize that I had a problem. That department would follow me, no matter how many people I killed. It wasn't long until I realized that the only way to fix the problem would be to kill the boss, whoever the hell he was. I was walking by a store with jewelry in the windows. I walked in and was greeted by a tall, young man.

"Hello, welcome to the store. Is there anything I can help you with?" He asked in a cheery voice. My eyes darted around the room, inspecting every escape root. How to stage a robbery. I looked around. There were four security cameras. There was a small vent under the counter. That would work. I could get him to go in there. He smiled, waiting for an answer. "Um, I think so. My sister wanted a necklace for her birthday. It's a few weeks away." I told him. He smiled and led me to the back. I glanced around again. The vent was large enough for me to get through. He showed me the different kinds of necklaces, but my eyes kept going to the guns on the wall. They were all antiques, probably worth a lot of money. One of them caught my eye—a silver gun with red rubies all over the barrel. "Do you like it?"

"Yeah, it's beautiful." I turned my head back toward him.

"It is a revolver, a.38 special. I've had it since I was little." He said this after seeing what I was looking at.

I grinned and said, "You could make a lot of money off of it. You could even buy a nicer place."

"I couldn't part with it. It is one of the only things I have left from my parents." He turned around to show me the different kinds of chains. He showed me a couple before turning his back again. I picked up the revolver. "Hey, can I see that?" He nodded. "Just point it away from me, ok?" He said it, but before he turned around, I aimed it at him. "Sorry, but I have no choice." He turned around, and his eyes went wide. "Why? What's going on?"

"Nothing, nothing. Just stay quiet." I took the gun and pointed it towards his head. I shot the security camera and grabbed a knife off the table. The man screamed, so I threw the knife, and it hit his leg. I smiled and ran to the door, locking it and closing the blinds. I went back over to the man. He had pulled the knife out, and he was now bleeding profusely. I grabbed his arms and pulled him towards the vent.

He was struggling against me. "Hey, hey, don't struggle. If you do, it will only be harder for me." He didn't listen, and he struggled some more. I pulled him closer to me and pressed the barrel of the revolver against his skull. He instantly stopped. I pushed him into the vent. "I need you to open the other end. Can you do that?" He nodded. It wasn't a very long trip, and we reached the other side quickly. I pushed him out, and he stood up. I climbed out and grabbed the revolver and the knife. "I'm sorry about this, but if you scream, I will kill you. Do you understand?" He nodded and opened the cash register. He threw all the cash on the counter, and I looked at him. "Why did you do that?"

"So, no one will think you didn't take anything. Or they will think you were in a hurry and will be around the area."

"Oh. Well, thank you." I grabbed the cash and walked out the door. I looked both ways and saw a car in the distance. It was an old black truck with the mafia symbol painted on the door. "Shit," I mumbled. "Ok, I need you to call the cops and say you were robbed."

"Ok, and tell them to catch the bastard that did this. Ok,?"

"What's your name?"

"Not important.."

"Ok, if they ask for the description, just say it was a girl, a little over five feet, short hair, and a revolver."

"Got it.." I ran down the street and saw the truck speeding towards me. The black mafia car stopped just as I was about to run through the crosswalk. I saw the driver look up. He was a tall man with a black suit on. I ran down the alley. I jumped over a dumpster and dove behind it. A gunshot went off, and a bullet landed right next to me. "Look, dude, I know you want me dead, but come on!" Another bullet shot past. He was aiming at me. I heard the sirens coming down the road. "Fuck." I heard him mumble. The truck took off, and a second later, the police followed. This was supposed to be a full professor. I knew what I was doing. I ran my hand through my pink hair. "Well, I'm fucked."