The trilogy of Gotham.

Part ten

Am clad in a red French coat astride ankle boots with a sling bag. The bag contains a flash light and paper spray for safety. My mission is going for Ms Smith search, the search team couldn't give me answers so I had to find them myself. And am on a hunt. Now.

Its just 6pm so I decide to hide in the bushes around the trail waiting for the patrol team to disperse and I continue my adventures. And I feel a chill down my spine.

Thinking of it.
When I was little about ten years, I walked with mother to the woods in such for a cure for her terrible cough since it was a custom that in my poor household, visiting a doctor was out of question. Its luxury. Then a twig intertwines my feet and down to the ground I fall. Jumping back to my feet,mother is gone.

Vanished for good.

Two years later her remains are found and this tainted my father's character. He transformed into a bitter abusive alcoholic. I was his punching bag for six solid years till I couldn't take it no more.

I shot him.

And now,am here away from the authorities.

Its 9pm by my wrist watch and the search team is off for the night. I leave my hiding place and enter into the woods directly from the spot I last saw Ms Smith. The thicket still shows there previous movement through it and it kills me to know that poor lady might be in deep trouble as for now and I planned not to get back without her. I had to save her from whatever mysteries.

Mr Smith deserved to see his wife safe and sound. I knew my movements around the store reminded him of her and my presence disappointed him so bad and I had to amend my deeds. No matter the cost.

"Ms Smith," I was calling. "Miss!" as I walked deep into the woods with the only source of light as my flash light.

It gets foggy and really cold in the course, thank goodness for my coat but it doesn't hide the goosebumps i feel for being so lonely in this wilderness.

I see a fallen trunk few feet away and sit there.
My head is in between my knees now then i feel a tear drop to my boots.

"Why?" sobbing. "Why does it have to be her?" between sobs.

I rest my head on another trunk and close my eyes.

Deep down this was my fault and no consolation from Alex could taint this image from me. I had to account for my mistakes. Now or never.

Then I hear movement.

The leaves are now ruffling. My heart is racing, I could hear my own blood moving all over my body.

Then silence covers once more.

I exhale a breath I've been holding.

The leaves ruffle again.

"Whose there?" standing.

"Your worst nightmare."

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