He was there. I had him right where I wanted, his back pressed against the wall breathing rapidly, eyes darting to find a way out but soon zoning in on the gun I had in my right hand. He gulped, licking the drying blood on the corner of his mouth that trickled from the cut on the side of his head.
"Well, Raphael, what do you want to say?" I cock my head to the side, give him a slight smile as I watch him fearfully watch me.
He lowers his head, trying to steady his breathing, his left arm cradling his broken one. "Mademoiselle, Victorè will be so happy to meet you."
"Shame honestly, he lost his best man because he can't keep his hands to himself."
"You had it coming," his sneer made me guffaw.
"I beg your pardon?" I gesture to my ripped shirt, my bra visible and red marks along my skin, my shorts band torn so they hang loosely and my tights completely ripped off. "I didn't have it coming at all, I was trying to stay in character you absolute enfoiré."
"Yet you've defended yourself marvellously once again mes Amis"
"Fuck off"
He laughs, slowly sliding down the wall to a crouching position. "There's one thing you'd didnt account for ma Cherie, the sirens."
I stay silent. Of course I hadn't missed the police sirens slowly but surely heading in the direction of this alleyway. What did I expect? The lady from the pet shop saw me being dragged in here and then heard gunshots. God forbid, it'd be a surprise if they didn't call.
"So?"
"You can't kill me and get away with it."
"Bold of you to assume I want to get away with it."
He cocked his head, finally lifting his head up to face me, sweat beads rolling down the sides of his face. "It's always a pleasure meeting you MI6."
"It's no secret."
He gives a laugh, choking on his blood as he doubles overs in pain. "You didn't know it was me, did you?"
He doesn't reply and his silence only makes me lift the gun to point at his head. "You were planning to rape a defenceless young girl, I'm disgusted Raphael."
"I was going to die anyway, may as well make it fun."
I slam his head against the wall, the knock makes him hiss in pain, clearly disorientated. "You're disgusting."
"And you have less than 10 seconds before the police arrive." He grins, a grin of victory as police would see a girl standing over a man with a gun to his head.
"shame," i mutter, searching his face, " You were cute."
I pull the trigger just as the siren blaring cars pull up in front of the alleyway.
I drop to me knees, quickly scrambling to the opposite wall, as the police get out of their cars. And I cry. I sob, not taking my eyes away from the dead man, and the gun was still in my hand.
I whip my head towards them, guns pointing at me and flashlights raised, "drop the gun," One says.
"I-I-I'm so sorry." I whisper, dropping the gun and pulling my knees up to my chest, "he-he was there and h-he tried to get on me, pulled g-gun and I don't k-know oh my god, p-please I'm s-so so sorry I-I," and I burst into tears.
I can see the police officer slowly make his way towards me, "Kim, get the man."
"Right, Sir."
I can feel someone crouch in front of me, my shoulders shaking from the sobs. "Hey..?"
