Who Are You? (A ForthBeam fan fiction)

The End

Beam was running like a mad man, running away from the hooded figure he saw shooting a 5-year-old girl in the mouth. It was the worst thing he had seen in his entire life. Knowing that he has been through a lot.

He wanted to save the girl but he knows it's too late. He can still remember how the skinny girl with nothing but rags as her clothes were taken out from the hood of a black plateless 1997 Honda Accord and was directly put out of her life.

With the little to nothing light from the moon. He can see the girl's lifeless eyes like she already accepted this fate. She was directly staring at him like she knows he was there.

Then *Bang!*

It was supposed to be a normal "session" for Beam. One time he was relieving himself of tonight's misery with the cheap dose of heroin he was able to steal from one of his clients and the next thing, he finds himself witness to a heinous crime.

He was to walk away from the scene when suddenly, like a cliched scene of a horror movie, he stumbled on a rock and the pained moan he let out was enough for the killer to think someone was watching him.

With a silver caliber 45 the killer was holding where a silencer was attached, the murderer went looking for Beam's hiding place.

Beam's street senses went onto high alert and he slowly and quietly stood up and walked backward. Good thing, he knows every nook and crannies of this little forest. He can navigate through it even if his eyes were closed.

He suddenly remembered the sewer line near the camping site down the edge of the forest where he is in. A good hiding spot as literally no one goes there. As he neared the sewer line, a flash of light suddenly lit his face and the last thing on Beam's thought was he doesn't want to die there. He was covering his face when he realized it was just the headlight of a private car passing by. He breathed a sigh of relief but he knows he still has to hide if he wants to escape the killer.

Finally, he reached the wretched and stench filled sewer and forced himself to not breathe as much as possible. He can hear scratches from mice that live there. He can also feel a cockroach crawling on his legs but he endured it and tried not to make a sound as much as possible.

Fifteen minutes passed and Beam suddenly heard very quiet footsteps, barely audible but his instincts were telling him that someone is definitely there. A hooded shadow holding a very obvious caliber 45 was slowly approaching his hiding place.

Again, Beam tried to heighten his street senses and overcome the loud heartbeat he is experiencing now. The footsteps were getting nearer and nearer. He was getting frustrated, he doesn't want to die in a stinking sewer. At least, let him die where someone can find his body.

As the footsteps were getting nearer and nearer, Beam just prayed to the gods listening to him to at least make his death painless. He was suddenly ready to die. He already accepted his fate. He may not have lived the life he dreamt of but at least no one will be sad that he will be gone.

He can hear a rustling to his side. He knows the killer is already there. He closed his eyes and expected the barrel of a caliber 45 to put him to peace.

*Bang!*

*Bang!*

*Bang!*

Silent but deadly shots. And Beam lost his consciousness.

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[A/N] Hmmm, soooo who's end am I pertaining to. Well, you have to tune in to find out who it is.

This is supposed to be a suspense-thriller, I'm not a sadist but the story calls for it. Please don't kill me.

See you in the next chapter!