A series of Coincidences

[daemonsage420]

My finger twitched. Blood dripped from my hand, squeezed out of tiny crevices by a clenched fist. My head was throbbing. I'd never killed a man before. I couldn't move my legs so I just stood there, not moving at all, staring at the glass. My reflection scowled mockingly back at me. I shot the mirror six times before realization overacame and I remembered I had to get out of there. The cops would be on the way looking for me and I didn't want to be caught unawares in a daze. My eyes darted around the room. I no longer had a useable weapon. In my prior frenzy I had fired all the bullets from the gun I still grasped tightly in my hand. I frantically searched one of the dead security guy's bodies and hit the jackpot. Bloody but still in operating condition, a sleek .45. I wiped it clean on the corpses' clothes. Securing it in the crotch of my pants, I stood up. I now had to decide which way I was to go. Every direction beckoned me. I knew death waited at the end of almost any road I chose but I couldn't just stick around and wait to be caught. I was wasting time again, lost in thought. I had to forget everything and move on.

I was left dumb, looking stupid staring after her. The words she said cut deep. I couldn't believe she could make me feel so vitiated. I wished I could've done or said somathing to make her change her mind. I used to. But things have definitely changed since those times. So she left, not bothering to close the door on her way out. I whispered "I love you" to the empty air.
I was watching the T.V., flipping through channels, when I saw it. The shooting. Twenty two people dead. It had happened atthis high-class restaurant where she and I would go to bask in silence. It was so tranquil there and that always helped to ease away any tension between us. They began to read the names of the deceased and I thought "Oh god, those poor people.". And that's when I heard it. They read her name. I felt nauseated. I wanted to throw up. I couldn't believe it. "They had to have read the wrong name." I thought. They couldn't have possibly meant her. No, They were wrong. I wouldn't believe it, but it was true. That's when I decided I had to avenge her. I was gonna kill him. Whoever that vicious bastard was that destroyed the only precious thing in my life was going to pay in spades for what he'd done. I continued watching until I got the description of the murderer, from someone who had seen him enter the restaurant. I thought to myself, "If I didn't know any better I'd say they were describing me." I went to my bedroom and opened my dresser's drawers. I grabbed my .45 special and turned of the T.V.,pulled on a jacket and walked out the door. I didn't bother to lock it.

[Zelda Veteran]

I decided to take the right hallway. I cautiously walked the hallway all the way to a turn. The hallway seemed to be longer than the building itself... With every step, my heart beat twice.. I saw an exit sign, and advanced tord it. I stopped breathing, as i slowly opened the door... not knowing what lie on the other side... A cool breez blew in from the open door, as i peered outside. No one on site. I ran down the ally way, and clibed a fence. I had to get home, and fast. At least to get my things. And set out. The thought was slowly creeping up on me. I no longer had a home. I was a man on the run. I had to get out of the country by all means possible.

[daemonsage420]

Hey, guy. This is my frickin story. Go write your own. Just cause I haven't had time to get on and fifnish it doesn't mean I won't finish it. >:(

[Anju]

He was just helping you. :(