Freyja

ACT 1

BLAM! BLAM!

I ducked for cover behind my blue Ford Transit car as I heard two deafening gunshots whiz past my left ear. The shattered front window shards falling hard on the pavement only just milliseconds after. I didn't believe the crazy bitch would actually do it! She pulled the trigger on me, not once, but twice!

'Jesus Fucking Christ, Freyja!!', I screamed as I hugged the pavement. 'What. The. Hell is wrong with you??!'

For what seemed like an eternity, I got no response. I could feel the sweat beads starting to form on my forehead. My heart started beating so violently it shifted both my lungs sideways. An uncontrollable shiver began to take over my entire body.

Why in the world did I dare her to shoot?! , I thought to myself. Am I really going to die here? How in the hell was I supposed to know she was still carrying that pistol around in her purse? What the hell did I do??!

In that moment as I lay on the rugged pavement, I realised how little I really knew about the 'love of my life.' She was really going to kill me!

Fuck!

Just then, I heard her stilettos begin to come closer to the car. Slowly, deliberately. Almost as if she wanted me to hear them. Then she stopped. I rose to a crouching position to steal a glance through the side mirror, but it was a pitch black night at that time. All I could make out was a faint silhouette about ten feet away from the car.

Why in the hell are the street lights out? I observed. Did she do this too?

I listened hard. But all I could hear was the blood pumping into my ears like a drum. Now I could feel cold sweat through every pore. From what I could now infer, she was moving towards the front. So I crawled towards the rear of the car, hoping to God she wouldn't fire any of the remaining rounds. Just then,, I heard her voice.

'Heeeey! That's cheating!', she joked icily. 'You promised you were gonna stand still, darling.' Another unfunny joke.

'Stand still my black ass!', I yelled back in panic. 'And quit it with the shitty jokes, will you? You were never the funny...'

BLAM! BLAM !BLAM

'Holy Shit!!!' I screamed and cowered as I heard the bullets pierce through the steel doors.Two just above my head and one punctured the tyre to my right. Did pistols have armour piercing rounds? Was that even possible? I wondered. My body melted like the ice caps as I tried in vain to maintain control. My heart skipped a few dozen beats. Medically speaking, I was dead.

'Oh my. You were saying something very interesting before I rudely interrupted you. I'm so sorry... Darling.' she joked. 'It's just the two of us out here. So I can promise you my full undivided attention. Please continue.' She let out a little chuckle.

I said nothing.

I always disliked her sarcasm when she was mad. Just then, I heard her take a few more deliberate steps towards the front of the car. This time, I tried to move around the rear of the car. But my body was shaking so violently I couldn't move any muscle with control. All connection between my brain and the rest of my nervous system had been severed. I pinched my left thigh hard. Move dammit!

Just then, I remembered something that made my blood run cold. In all the years I had known this woman, she had never missed a single shot. In all the years she took me along to watch her 'work', she had never made a mistake. She was always clinical. Assassination was her profession, and she was the best at it.

So why in the bloody hell did she miss five times?

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That's it!