A Collection of Short Stories

Bombs Raining Down

It's a good time to bomb a place.

Layla stood in the middle of a busy street. It was a fine day, with the sun shining above her. Clouds of the fluffiest white sashayed past her across the blue sky. People were bustling around her, some going into shops, some holding cold drinks, some having earphones on, some sitting down talking to someone.

But Layla was past that.

She's going to do something worse.

She tapped her earbud on her left ear. The earbud wasn't the one that athletes use, but her own invention. Her technology was far better than the suck-ish ones from Samsung and Apple. Ridiculous advancements.

" Yes, Mistress? " a robotic voice came out. It was Harley, her assistant. She was created by Layla herself, from scraps of metals in the junkyards and car metal plates.

" Are you ready? " Layla asked.

" I've just finished hacking the security. I'm now accessing the CCTV in the building. " Harley replied.

" Alright. Package? " Layla said, relieved.

" Package is retrieved. The bag can be seen in the van next to you. "

" Roger that. Continue your work. " Layla said before tapping the earbud, disconnecting the connection.

She looked at the van. The van was old, and the car doors were unlocked. She opened it and grabbed the bag. Closed it before anyone saw it.

She tapped the earbud again, " Got it. Done? "

" Yes, Mistress. Once you step in, I'm going to hack the final code, then access it. When you go through the metal detector, the detector would say that inside the bag would be full of plush toys. "

" Roger that. "

Layla stepped into the building. She was halted by a police officer, who had a fat body and bulking hands. She was pushed through a metal detector. The detector sounded a ding and green light flashed.

The police officer said, " Enjoy your trip, ma'am. " He bowed his head.

Layla nodded her head, forced a smile and walked towards the lift when a blare sounded through the hall.

" We're at lockdown, someone has hacked into the security! Call the FBI! " a male voice crackled through the speakers.

All the police officers were running towards the security centre, not acknowledging the girl that walked towards the basement of their building. No one paid attention to her.

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Layla skipped along the tunnels, her combat boots making no sound on the paved basement floor. It was lighted up with a few dim lights.

She tapped her earbud again, reinstating the connection with Harley.

" All clear? "

" Mistress, they found me. They are now tracking me. "

Layla cursed, " Just get out of there. Burn everything. Leave no evidence behind. "

" Yes Mistress. Oh and Mistress? "

" Yes, Harley? "

" They know who you are. "

The connection was severed abruptly.

Layla cursed colorfully. They know who she was. A serial killer. A psycho kid. Bullet girl. 

She could hear footsteps above her. She would need to hurry if she wanted to get out of this building alive. 

Layla stuck the first bomb at the gas exhaust, 3 meters away from the entrance. The second one, at the 5th meter, and the last one at the 10th meter. She took out a timer bomb and stuck it between the second and third one, then pressed the start button. The timer initiated the countdown from 5 minutes. Enough time for her to get out. 

But then, all her hope of getting out vanished when 10 guards went through the door. 

" Layla Lee! Hands up in the air where we can see them! " 

Layla looked at the timer. 4:48. 

She could feel the bag at the back of her foot. She smiled at them and mockingly raised up her hands. And cackled when the lights began to sputter. 

Then it was dark. 

The guards shouted in surprise as they scrambled for their torch lights. But it's too late. 

Layla had fired on them, the gunshots echoing the empty corridor. She laughed like a maniac as she shot all of them with her machine gun, with empty shells dropping on the floor like death bells. Blood splattered across the walls. All 10 guards fell down like ragged dolls. 

Layla quickly put her gun inside the bag and ran out of the building when the timer stopped. 

And the whole building went up on fire. Magnificent to her. Beautiful fire licking at the walls. 

When the fire fighters came, the police tapped the area, the reporters and journalists crowding the place, Layla walked back to her secret basement home, where Harley was waiting for her. 

And Layla, for a moment, felt that she needed a bath. 

With bullets. 

Layla laughed, her voice echoing the empty dark alley behind her.