Short Murder Stories

Glass Pieces Pt.2

A/N Back, hopefully sooner than you expected, but last chapter took me around a month to do, cause ya know, I delayed myself from doing this because I am really busy. I'm writing this after I published Pt.1, let's see how long it takes for me to publish this one...

That hand was haunting me right now. Many questions swarmed my head like insects, Whose hand was this? Did s/he get shot by that person? 

Finally recovering from a short trance, I pressed the button to open the lift and the lift opened to reveal Ellie's lifeless body. A gun wound was seen near her heart and blood was still seeping from the wound onto the lift's floor. 

I didn't want to touch her, didn't want to make it worse, I felt like it was already my fault she was dead right now. I stood there, staring at the body of who had actually wanted to talk to me, who I basically betrayed. 

The doors closed on her hand, trying to close, nearly crushing her hand, so I kicked it out the way, not wanted her hand to be stuck in the lift's doorway when it decided to go down. 

Walking past everyone's desks, the battle had seemed to have stopped whilst I was looking at Ellie's body. The survivors still gave me glares like it was my fault this happened. 

But how was it my fault?

I walked over to one of the smashed windows and grabbed the window frame and looked down, my hair blowing around me due to the wind. It was exactly like what it was up here. The fight had seemed to have started down below. The masked people were now targeting people of the public, they didn't care who was killed. 

The police had now intervened too, but weren't helping. The masked people were winning this battle. I felt like I wasn't doing anything to help, still, so I grabbed a gun and went into another lift and went down to the 1st floor. I went back to my office and found a body, hand on his phone. 

Grabbing anything I found important, I rushed back outside, watching the company's building starting to fall. I had already basically cheated death, and I thought it wouldn't go my favour again if I stayed here. 

Rushing to one of the smashed windows, I looked down, 10 metres. Wasn't too far down... wasn't it?

I jumped, before I decided death was way better than risking this. I landed on my knees... and what a great landing that was. My knees buckling beneath me when I tried standing up again. Medics immediately rushed to my side, ignoring the gun which landed a few inches next to me. 

After a few minutes of pain on my legs. I blacked out.