I pulled on my oversized hoodie and stepped into the piercing rain. I cursed and continued down the street. I looked down at the three little numbers on my hand.
665. One away from the greatest number.
I looked at the surronding numbers, I was only at the 300's. I looked down again, but the numbers began to bleed. Stupid sharpie...
I shivered, a delightful thought crossed my mind. A green mini van caught my eye, I tried to shake the desire out of my head, but my curiosity got the best of me. I stumbled over but saw the doors were locked. I sighed - thank god. I couldn't hold myself responsible for any more felonies.
I stuffed my hand into my pocket and felt the package. A delivery needed to be made, now that he was out of the way -
Stop it! They can't prove anything. Wait.... can they? This can't be good...
Despite my best efforts, I couldn't believe my words.
I sighed and zipped up my hoodie a little more. I shivered violently and felt as if I was being watched. My pace increased, and I gripped the gun, trigger at the ready.
It would have to be done, no one would be able to hear me scream.
No one could hear the gunshot either.
I began to sprint - but then felt a hand on my shoulder. I began to turn when I felt something on my head.
Then everything turned black.
