Daredevil

The beginning of the horror

When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was my headache and being tied up. My hands and feet were tied together. I carefully opened my eyes and frightened. The once white floor of the gas station is bloodstained now. Four people, three men and one woman, lay unbound on the ground and put together in a pile. Around them is a pool of blood.

Terror rose up in me and I feel sick. I would like to cry, but who knows what turns this sick bastard on. My crying would probably make everything worse.

I carefully turned my head to the left and tried to look behind me, where the other seven people are. Even the little girl is there. She is sobbing bitterly. She is tied up too. Like everyone else.

Meanwhile, the hostage-taker continues to yell at the employee, who desperately tries to reach his boss.

I have no idea how long this screaming was heard because it seems like it goes on since hours.

Again the gas station employee called his boss.

Again nothing happened. Only the mailbox can be heard.

The fear rose up in us all. I could read this in the faces of the others. A sense of hopelessness is also spreading in us.

The hostage-taker roared sweating: "If the boss does not answer now, then that little girl will pay for it!". He also looked increasingly nervous because an outsider may have already noticed the hostage-taking and called the police.

The girl squeaked briefly and began to cry heartbreaking. Her mother also teared up. She narrowed her eyes and bit her lip to keep herself crying like her daughter already did.

"B-But, the girl is innocent." said a young man in glasses.

"And I can not help it, that the owner does not answer the phone.", grinned the hostage-taker maliciously.

"Leave her alone!" The man said louder and more determined.

A shot sounds.

A scream is heard.

I turn my head towards the scream.

In a flash, the hostage-taker had pulled his gun up and shot him.

In his chest.

Frantically and incredulously, he looks at his attacker. His skin colour grows paler and paler as the seconds went by. His strength disappears visibly.He looks around and looks at me, right in my dark blue eyes. His reflections his fear and despair. My show him my anxiety and compassion.

Several minutes passed.

The little girl was crying even harder now. Who can blame her? At age seven, you should not see something like that. Although, I'm not even sure if you should ever see such a thing in your life.

The employee telephoned his boss again and grows more panicked with each call.

"Hello?", says the voice of a man. Relieved, we exhale all the breath we held. "Jonas, what do you want from me at 3 o'clock?" He said slightly annoyed.

"What's the PIN for the save?" Jonas asked.

"Why do you wanna know dat?" The boss replied.

"Quite simply" the hostage-taker intervened, "because I'm going to shoot another customer of yours and then when you read in the paper, that the gas station owner could have saved lives and did not do it out of greed ... Then it would be it probably not so good for the business. ", said the hostage-taker with an artifical art break. He seems to enjoy the situation, his power, a lot.

Disgusting. Like his unkempt figure.

"Yeah, well, wait." the man stammered.

Sighing, he said, "7789" and then hung up.