One-Shot Stories Compilation

Ubiquity

Genre: Tragic
Language: English

"I'll follow you wherever you go."

In a middle of escaping, a voice came from nowhere frightened me.

I screamed. Everyone in the train stared at me with arc brows wondering why I screamed at a top of my lungs.

I faked my smile and said, "I'm sorry."

I glanced at the place where the voice came from. As a familiar mascular appearance hit my sight, my eyes widened in fear. "I knew it! I must run away again and again."

Standing carefully, walks lightly so no one would wonder that I'm in trouble.

Running away is the only way for me to scape his strong grip. Running away is the way to happiness. I must run away to earn happiness I ever wanted before.

He is not an assassin.
He is not a grim ripper.
He is not a violent gangster.
He is not an evil angel.
He is not a police officer.
He is not a part of army.
He is not a part of navy.
He is not a wicked witch.
He is just obsessed and a stalker.

I am not a target.
I am still alive.
I am not a prey.
I am not dying.
I am not a drug addict.
I am not a drug lord.
I am not a skipped prisoner.
I am just skipping my fiancee and wants to live life naturally.

I heard footsteps and I know who's the owner of it. I started running and the footsteps won't depart from me. He won't leave me this way. I must do something. I must think the other way to make him leave my side.

I hated this fixed marriage. I hated love. I hated everyone in my family. I hated everything I have. I hated being controlled. Because of hating those, I must think a way to get myself outta here.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A sound of gunshots proceeded on the scene.

Everyone on the train screamed in fear.

I just stand there waiting for the gunshots hit me but a mascular appearance covered me and push me aside.

A window can be opened so he let me skip in there with him. Skipping this running old train, and leaving everybody behind without helping them skip hurts me. But this man pushed me to go and depart from the train we're on. All I know is that my body hits the ground and darkness takes over me.

I opened my eyes and see a man sleeping beside me. I startled and get myself out of his sight again.

"So we are in an old building, huh?" I mumbled walking out of the room, leaving him sleeping.

As I slowly walking to the edge, a hand gripped stoping me to what I wanted to do.

"You can't twist the fate, Amber. Just accept the fact that your mine now."

In order to end this ubiquity, I must do this. I'm sorry but I must do this.

I forcefully throw his arm, shoved him but he won't let go. So, I picked the pocket knife from my pocket and stabbed him on his heart. Making sure his soul departs his body. I smiled, wickedly.

After the suicidal gesture, I let myself be fall from this high building. It's just two story building so don't you worry about me.

After all the gestures, I run away again, running away not to escape but to go to our secret agency.

I may sounded as a killer, but that's just who I am.

Besides, those movements of mine were just a piece of crap because I am a secret assassin.

Killing them from a mission is my happiness.

*Smirk