Tragedy

Confronted

I swayed back and forth on my toes and heels while crouching behind the putrid old dumpster in the alleyway behind an old Chinese restaurant. I watched as he checked his surroundings limping as he turned in a circle. He was alert but badly injured. I'm sure I had broken his leg in at least 5 places when I tackled him earlier on the roof. He wouldn't be able to do anything serious until about 20 minutes. Unzipping my hoodie pocket and grasping the cooling metal, I waited for him to start walking again.

He limped slowly to the right down a narrow alley in between the next building and the old Chinese restaurant. I cocked the gun and stood easily slipping into the narrow alley. I was probably about five feet behind him slowly raising the gun. "Stop!"

He stopped abruptly, probably deciding whether to run or not. He chose not to. "What?!" He hissed at me quickly.
"Tell me what her name is," I said sternly.
"Why should I tell you? What are you going to get in learning her name? You're never going to find her," He stated bluntly.
"You should tell me because I have the gun here. What I'm getting is I'll know the name of the woman I'm going to kill. If you don't tell me I'll just shoot you and rip your head off your body. There are others I can ask," I retorted back making sure he got my point.
He mumbled a few curse words under his breath and breathed out her name, "Mary Scott."
With that I shot him in the head and sprinted around behind him snapping his neck in the process, ripping it off his body.
"I will find her, thank you for your time."