2011- Story #4 - The Assasin

The footsteps were getting closer. He ran for his life through the dark alleys. The shadows behind him were closing upon him.
His whole body was cracking and he gasped for breath. He hid behind the garbage bin.

The road was dimly lit. He could see no one but he knew the moment he moved he would be chased. His action, his movements were being watched.

The mafia knew he had betrayed them for his girlfriend. All he wanted was a good life now but they would not let him live with their secrets.

He gulped, his eyes darting from one place to another, trying to look through the darkness. He could see no one. Not a soul moved. A dog howled somewhere.

He looked at his pistol. Just one bullet left. He remembered hiding his gun in the garden. His house was now around a couple of blocks from here.

He checked his watch. 11.35 pm. He had to reach his house. How? His mind was thinking furiously.

He could hear footsteps closing in. No, wait. They are going back. A weak smile appeared on his lips. He peeped from the corner of the bin.

They were getting into the car. The car moved. Wait, are they going towards his house?

This sudden thought made him leap forward and rush towards his house. He used the shadows and the trees to cover him. He had to reach there before they did. It was his only safe place. He was the boss there.

His house was immersed in darkness. He had to get to his gun. He looked around. No one could be seen. The neighborhood was quiet.

He crept from the side entrance and entered the garden. Where did he hide the gun? Of course, below the tulips. His hands went digging furiously. He stopped to look around. Still no one.

Ah, there it is. The gun was in his hands now. He slowly checked it. Loaded. ‘Come you bastards! You are going to hell faster than I am’.

He cautiously moved to the main door. The keys, yes the keys are below the mat. He slowly opened the door and went inside.

It was pitch dark inside in the main hall. He looked through the window. No one was there. Wait, who is that? He could see the car stationed.

Alas, He could not see the figure stealthily moving behind him.

'Anthony', a growl came from behind. He looked around, just in time, to see a gun aimed towards him. More shadows moved in from behind.

‘Shit, they are in!’ a thought flashed seconds before he went berserk.

His gun roared in the dark. It was as if the Devil himself had stationed in him. He did not stop until the last bullet was fired. 'Damn you guys, go to Hell and burn, hahahahahaa'! He stood there like a maniac.

Silence.

He kicked the body with contempt and made his way to the main switch.

The hall was spluttered with blood. Bodies in Cops, gangsters and pirates dresses lay dead with brains splattered and guts spilt.

Roselyn's body in the Police costume lay at his feet. The toy gun seemed to blurt out blood. Her eyes were still. She always loved costume themes for big events.

The 'Happy Birthday Anthony' banner fluttered in the cold wind.

He checked his watch as footsteps appeared at the door.12.05 am!