The stars burnt bright in the sky and traces of the galactic gasses swirled over the obsidian black of the night sky.
This is how I knew I had escaped.
Where I came from, the city lights outshined the sky and only the brightest of stars were ever visible. Even then, nobody paid them much attention. They had their own version of the Galaxy in the hands for all their daily endeavours. It's really hard to concentrate on the little things when bigger things are out and about, always capturing whatever short attention span you seem to have.
"Excuse me but this is private property and I'm going to have to ask you to l-"
His sentence was cut short as I pointed the gun at him.
"Not now," I said calmly as I spared a lingering gaze at the stars, then reverted my attention back to the task at hand.
"What's this place called? " I asked him. He passed a defiant, yet wavering, glance at me before returning his vision to the sight of the barrel of my gun pointing at his probably rapid beating heart. I could almost hear it in the silence of the night.
thump
thump
thump
thump
I wouldn't have been able to hear it in the city with all the chaos and buzz, much less in the prison cell I had occupied no more than two hours ago.
"Take out your phone," I ordered the guard. He fumbled for a bit before pulling out a phone that was more of a walkie talkie brick phone than the usual smart phone.
"Call the police and tell them to come to our current location," I ordered.
He stared at me seemingly more confused than scared. "Do it!" I yelled more viciously. He immediately snapped out of it, long enough to fumble with his shaking fingers, trying to punch in the simple digits. I rolled my eyes, grabbed the phone and punched them in myself before handing him back the phone.
There was mumbled chatter from the other end.
"H-hi, umm, I need you to send a few officers to my location," the guard spoke, passing me a hesitant stare as more mumbling came from the other end.
"Yes. ..I.. I-It's 5 vernis street."
As soon as he said the address, I grabbed the phone, ended the call and tossed it into a field of long grass.
It wasn't even a beat later when a gunshot rang across the silence and echoed into the vast expanse of the garden.
A body lay on the ground, brains blown out and lifeless eyes staring up at the starry night sky. A dead man's last sight. Certainly better than dying staring up at the concrete roof of the prison cell I'd been left to fester in.
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RandomA collection of pointless short stories fully framing life as one completely irrelevant thingy-mabob. (please don't steal this stuff and if you're doubtful about reading it then I humbly ask that you please just give it a shot)
