“Zoey! This way!” I called, running down the corridor. We’d been running around this place for what felt like hours. We still hadn’t found anyone. Until we reached the end of the corridor on the top floor.
“Be quiet, I can hear voices,” I whispered, and pressed my ear against the wall, listening intently. This was it. I nodded to Zoey, and pulled out my blade in one hand, and my pistol in the other; Zoey grabbed her bow and loaded an arrow. I bust down the door. There were two huge guys, and around five smaller ones. I threw my blade, taking down one of the smaller guys, and then fired my pistol to one of the bigger ones, taking him down too. Two down, five to go. Zoey took the other three smaller guys down with her bow, then the final one down using her blade. I fired twice at the final guy, and he fell down to the floor. I smiled at Zoey, and then ran up to the final door. I kicked it open, and there he was – Vladimir Bran.
“Ah, how nice of you to join me,” He mocked, grinning maliciously. I smiled back, and then ran at him. He dodged, and ran out the door, up to the roof, with me and Zoey in pursuit. He stopped suddenly. He was on the edge. I turned him round, and knocked him to the ground. I placed my blade readily against his neck, his head teetering off the roof. He laughed evilly, and I could smell his foul breath.
“This ends here, Bran.” I snarled, digging my blade deeper into his neck. “Any last words before I end your pathetic excuse of a life?”
“Yes, I have a few things to say actually,” He said thoughtfully. “One, tell my wife I love her. Wait, no, scratch that, I don’t have a wife. Ok, two, do you reckon I’ll be going to hell? I think I will, it would be nice meeting that Joker fellow. And three, write on my gravestone ‘I AM THE ONE AND ONLY, I AM LORD VOLDEMORT!’ no, I’m joking. Please leave my body in a ditch somewhere; I’m sure there are some wolves that are hungry.”
“You do realise the Joker’s a fictional character?” I said narrowing my eyes. “Is that how you want to be remembered? You want to be known as the guy who wanted to meet Joker as he went?”
“Well, I guess that’s how I’m supposed to go, isn’t it?” He said cheerfully. “I’ll see you in hell too – I’ll see all of you in hell!” And with that, he grabbed hold of me by my coat collar, and rolled off the edge of the cliff.
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When Memory Dies
Mystery / Thriller"They'd turned me into an assassin." aren't the words Xavier Bailey expected to tell anyone. But now he has to tell his story, all because of one job gone wrong.
