The Widow

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Reads 202
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Parts 9
Time 44m

#621 in Historical Fiction

The crack of a pistol rips through the night.
Smoke curls from the barrel.
Red blossoms across his chest. 
My scream comes out a whisper. 
"No!"All Rights Reserved

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No one stopped to look. No one glanced in the alley I cried in. I was tired of this place, so tired of the endless days that stretched out before me. The emptiness in my heart was eating me alive, with no end in sight. My own darkness was swallowing me whole and leaving nothing alive. The tears froze on my bright red cheeks. I was tired of feeling so broken, but most of all I was tired of being so alone. I pulled out the cold heavy weapon from my coat and stared at it. "If someone would look this way," I thought, "If someone would just glance at me and see my pain. I won't do it." There was a man standing in front of me. After he removed the single bullet from my pistol, he handed it back to me, and left. I followed the man at a distance back to his apartment. He knew that I had followed him and waited at the door to let me in. For reasons I cannot explain I entered his tiny apartment. I fell asleep at the table playing with the bullet and woke up to my alarm the following morning. There was a pillow beneath my head, a blanket over my shoulders, and a note that read: "Dear Stranger..."

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STORY REDONE- Prologue "Callie, no, don't!" His voice cracks with desperation as bullets scream past me, the room erupting in chaos. I catch sight of a masked figure darting toward a narrow exit, and without a second thought, I sprint after him, pushing through the acrid haze of gunpowder. The hallway stretches before me like a black void, illuminated only by sporadic flickers of malfunctioning lights. Each step I take echoes ominously, my senses on high alert. The heavy thud of my footsteps seems unnaturally loud in the oppressive silence that surrounds me. As I advance, a cold chill grips my spine, and an unsettling premonition takes hold. My instincts scream at me to stop, but the figure is just ahead, a tantalizing promise of answers within reach. I turn a corner, and everything changes in an instant. Without warning, a searing pain explodes at the base of my skull. I stagger, my vision blurring, as my legs buckle. The hallway spins, a whirl of darkness closing in around me. And then, Darkness. In the void, I drift, unmoored and disoriented. The silence is deafening, punctuated only by the echoes of my racing thoughts. The terror of what's to come grips me tighter than any physical pain. Each breath is labored, each heartbeat a reminder of the precarious edge I'm teetering on. A sliver of light cuts through the black, and I catch a glimpse of shadows moving just beyond my reach. The realization crashes over me: this isn't just an ambush-it's a trap, meticulously crafted and more dangerous than I ever imagined. With every moment that slips away, the stakes climb higher, and the true nature of the threat remains just out of sight, shrouded in the depths of an intricate conspiracy. The game has changed, and I'm left to navigate a labyrinth of deception and peril. What started as a chase now threatens to unravel everything I hold dear. And as the darkness closes in, one thing becomes chillingly clear: the real battle has only just begun.

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