Short Stories

Blood of Gold

'Please,' she whispered, 'Please, I haven't done anything wrong.'

She looked at the knives that lay around her, at the people too. They had sympathetic smiles on their faces.

'Either one dies or two, the choice is up to you,' one said, stepping forward, 'If you wish to let out your anger, you can kill me before they kill you.'

'I don't want to die,' she whispered again.

The man knelt in front of her and kindly asked, 'What is your name?'

'A-Amiyra,' she brought her hands to her face trying to wipe away the tears that where rolling down her cheeks. The man reached into his back pocket without taking his eyes off the girl's face and pulled out a packet of tissues. She stared at him and the tissues as if wondering if it would kill her, but she remembered where she was and took them anyway.

'Why-why do I have to die?' She asked.

'We need your blood.'

'Why my b-b-blood?'

'Because you won the lottery, among five hundred others. But don't worry, a quarter of your blood will go to your family, they'll be rich. You'll be helping them. And if you kill me, an eighth of my blood will be given to them too.'

His voice was so soothing, so calm and comforting. He picked up a knife and put it in her hand, she was so young, the knife wad almost too big for her hand. She sat there holding it, her body shaking. Then, with a whimper she dropped the knife and flung herself onto the man, spilling her tears onto his shirt. He held her tight and whispered sweet words into her ear.

He looked over his shoulder at the people around him and said, 'Take us both, one bullet.'

The people nodded and brought out a gun. The man stood still, rocking the girl in his arms. When they were encircled again he kissed her forehead and nodded to the one who held the gun.

They only to shot one bullet.

But two bodies lay on the ground.

Short and depressing, just how I like it.

Sorry I don't have an update schedule so it may take a while for stories to be posted. I write when I have inspiration and I don't know when I'll get inspiration. So for now you can tirelessly wait for more.

Ju out.