Perfume

Twenty-Three - Reversed

lt began to rain at once. A crackle of thunder followed it promptly. And lightning illuminated Nate's dead body. He was dead. I knew it. He was not moving and I had shoot him in the heart. Where I was meaning to shoot his father. The blood ran red and dark. 

     Venenoso fell to his knees. He put his hands on his head and he shook it. He put his hands on Nate's shoulders and shook them also. He shook his head and gritten his teeth. And finally, he let out a loud "nooooooo!!!" It rang throughout the place. It was louder than rain and thunder all at once. 

     The rain felt cold on me, my shoulders shaking, gun still in hand. I was breathing hard, I was unable to move. What had I done? This hadn't meant to happen. This was all going wrong.

     Thunder crackled.

     Venenoso looked up.

     His eyes met mine and they were dark, but not dark with amusement. Rather dark with hurt. They glistened as the tears fell, his hands stained with the blood of his son. Thunder sounded again, crackling hard like a whip. He stood up and ran for me. 

     My finger was poised on the trigger and I fired. But I missed. Damn it, I missed, shooting him merely on the knee and not on another place. A place that could kill him.

     Rain fell down hard as he slapped the gun out of my hand. It slid over the edge and fell down the rooft, down on the city. And now it was just Venenoso and I, on the rooft top, his son dead and both of us without weapon.

     He slapped he across the face and I kicked him on the groin. But that did not stop him. He ignored the pain and punched me on the jaw, sending me down onto the moist floor as the rain fell down, washing away Nate's blood.

     He stood before me, eyes full of rage, and before he could do anything else, I kicked his feet and sent him to the ground. I crawled toward the elevator, but he caught my leg before I could get there. He groaned and cursed as he pulled on it, bringing me to him. 

     I kicked with my trapped leg, trying to free myself of him, groaning in frustrating as my hands slipped over the wet ground. But I kicked and I kicked until I was free. 

     I set my hands down flat on the ground and pushed myself up, but I slipped and fell down on my face, hitting my jaw, a sharp pain going through it. Venenoso's hands quickly clasped around my ankles and pulled me toward him, but I freed myself again. This time, I got up and ran toward the elevator. I pressed the button, willing it to go fast, listening to Venenoso's groans as he tried to stand up. The thunder stroke again and lightning illuminated everything. The doors parted and two, familiar man were inside.

     His guards. It was over.

     I stepped back, but they caught me immediately, their strong, meety hands clasping around my bicep, squeezing hard. I wriggled and struggled to get free, but they were too strong. They only increased their grasp on me, hurting me, making me groan. 

     In front of me, Venenoso stood up, his glistening face twisted into a mask of pain and amusement. I had never seen him so disheveled, so dirty, so angry, so sad. 

     He limped toward me, taking slow steps, the rain falling around him, the thunder cracking the lightning flashing. His eyes looked eerie as he approached me, the lightning adding to this effect. I shook my shoulders and tried to kick at them, but I could not get free. 

     Venenoso gave me a smile. His fist flew to my face and stroke me hard. I felt pain shoot through my head, but it only lasted for a little bit. It all slipped away.

There was pain and then there was light. And I thought I had died. I accepted the fact that I was dead and embraced it. I would go with my mom, with my dad, with everyone who died. I would be happy and care-free where I was going.