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Prompt #2 Attempt by @Starhues

They say demons were once angels, and they were once beautiful. They were the rebels of heavens, they wanted to be much more graceful, much more powerful and so war spread on. God was displeased by these angels and so He banished them off heaven and to hell they went. Their once beautiful appearances were no more. Beautiful wings with magnificent feathers were replaced with black ebony wings. Horrid horns paired with a scary tail grew from their body and their once majestic form is no more. But not all demons went straight to hell. Some are here on earth, and they don’t have wings or a tail to boot, they are gorgeous. And one of them revealed himself to me.

It was one hot afternoon. I’m late for work. I thought as I went to glance at my silver wristwatch. I hurried my way to the subway station and on the way I saw an old beggar lady, holding out her hand to the crowd hoping someone might spare some penny. There’s a small spark of guilt within me, as I brushed pass the old lady hurriedly. Why am I feeling guilty anyway? Everybody else is doing it, it’s not like what I did was different from what they did. I erased all the thoughts of guilt inside my head as I went straight to the ticket barrier.

The subway was filled with people. A typical subway. I stopped at where the people are flocking to wait for the next train. Almost all of them are fidgeting their smart phones. I glanced once more at my wristwatch to check the time when the chugging sound of the incoming train came.

It is always the entering and exiting that is always a hassle. I readied myself for the incoming war I’ll plunge into. I thought everything will be the same as usual, and I hoped for it to stay that way. When the train passed I happen to catch a glimpse of a man. I had no idea that he will change my life.

When the train stopped and made a very familiar hiss sound, the flock of people which seems to not move a muscle, reverted their attention to their phones and into the train.

When the mechanical door started to open, a sea of people started to get out of the train and one of them was the man that I spotted earlier.

I brushed past him when in my full surprise, he grabbed me by the shoulder then onto my neck and pointed a cold object to my temple. It took me a moment to comprehend what just happened, that a stranger is pointing a gun at my temple.

The flock of people that surrounded me quickly backed away as the whole subway was filled with screams, pleas and murmurs. Everyone turned into a panic state as the man holding me started to point the gun at them also. All of my senses were at peak. Even the slightest movement of my abductor is making my heart beat like crazy. The idea of my life can get snatched away like that so easily is just so terrifying.

“Please don’t kill me!” I begged as he continues to point his gun to my temple.

“Shut up!” he shouted.

It took a moment for the police to come and began to negotiate. At that very moment, everything is just in slow motion. I can’t comprehend what neither the police are saying or my abductor who gave the police a shouting.

I can feel his grip on my neck tighten. It was really a terrifying experience, seeing the world in slow motion, that is. I saw as one of the police raised his hand that made my abductor jumpy.
“Don’t. I’ll shoot!” he said.

When I heard that he’ll shoot, the sudden realization that my life might end here made me cry.

“Please…don’t…” I plead.

In slow motion, I saw as one of the police raised his gun, but my abductor was faster.

Everything went by like the flash of a camera. So sudden. The sound of the gun firing, and me lying on the floor, swimming in my own blood along with the body of my abductor. The police fired and so is my abductor. And just like that, I died.