A Twist Of Fate

Chapter 2

I shifted uncomfortably on my bed, feeling drowsy.

What the hell? How did I get here? I died, didn't I?

Was this heaven? I didn't do anything that bad to end up in hell, did I?

I had once stole my cousin's car. It was a bet nothing personal. Did cheating on high-school tests count?

But, If you're dead you can't argue with yourself.

My hands searched for any wounds on my body, there were none.

I'm very much still alive.

How? I swear I heard a gun shot before I drifted off into unconsciousness.

You fell before he could shot you, you idiot! He could've thought killing a stupid person was not worth it!

Shut up!

I maybe a bit clumsy, but not stupid!

Opening my eyes, I looked into the surrounding. My bedroom is very much empty expect me and my stuff.

I landed my legs on the floor, frowning. I should go and see if the man left and I am going to inform the cops.

And tomorrow's news would be: "Murder attempt on famous Business man's daughter"

Then again, this will make me a unsuitable person for business marriages.

I saw my reflection, I looked pale. I smirked lightly, this stranger has made my job easier.

I would thank him, if he was not a assassin. That was very unlikely to happen seeing, he looked as if he was shoting people as a daily routine and even though he had a evil smirk on his face, his eyes was cold and empty.

I gulped, taking a baseball bat and holding in tight, I swing it to see if it is working properly.

If he was still waiting for me to thank him for not killing me, he is going to be disappointed.

I peeked open the door, silently, enough to know what is happening in the hall.

The same man, was standing with his back to me, clutching his gun in one hand and other into his pocket.

"Speak now!", he ordered in his deep voice.

I almost opened my mouth before remembering I'm behind him and he is talking to someone else. I wandered my eyes.

Someone is crawling on the floor! And there is blood, a lot of blood!

What the hell?

"Are you deaf? I'm going to give you another chance. Tell me! Who sent you here?" his voice sounded so angry.

He bend down and grabbed another man's hand. Now, I can see more clearly.

There was a man laying on the floor, near the window. He's holding his chest with a hand,from where the blood is pumping out his body.

The cold stranger put his gun inside his pocket and with a single hand twisted the bleeding man's hand.

A crack sounding echoed the room followed by a scream.

Suddenly, the baseball bat in my hand felt more like a toy than a weapon.

"Answer me!", he asked the other man, twisting his hand more painfully.

I decided now was my chance to escape. If I could get out and lock the door from outside, the cops will surely get him.

I tiptoed my way towards the main door, glancing sideways. He is still busy torturing the poor bleeding man that he didn't see me.