Murder Story

Words flashes through my head, voiced played their lilting notes through my ears; footsteps pounded the smooth cement behind my desperately fleeing figure. Only I couldn’t run fast enough. I couldn’t stop the words from glaring at me. I couldn’t make the voices stop their murderous symphonies.

The footsteps were getting louder, and faster, and closer. I couldn’t seem to run fast enough to stop them reverberating inside my mind.

I stopped running as gravel came and dug into my face and body. I couldn’t stand, my ankle was twisted and the footsteps had stopped. I looked around and saw why; the person was standing next to me. I could see a mans beige hiking boots next to my now disorientated head. My eyes traveled upwards and I took in the rest of his body, swayed moleskin jeans, a plain white long sleeved tee shirt over his perfectly sculptured and tanned body. His face was framed by a halo of golden blond hair, given to him by the devil himself. His eyes were a dark mystery blue that seemed to bore into my very being.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” His voice reverberated around the walls of my mind. It was a deep, dark, and held the promise of pain and sorrow. I don’t think he expected me to answer the question; it was more of the rhetorical nature.

“Three bags of dried cabbage and a pot of roast carrots.”

He chuckled at my use of my sarcasm; his mouth was opened up enough for me to see the pearly white teeth peaking out from beneath his thin lips.

I slowly got to my hands and knees, looking down at the ground until I was starting to stand where I looked up and into his eyes. He looked me back straight in the eyes, only he had to look down a little because I was so much smaller than him, probably not the best thing to notice because the next moment my eyes darted to the sides, he saw this and stepped back. It was almost as if he wanted me to run.

“It won’t work,” he told me, still with the smile upon his face. “I’ll catch you just as easily as I did before.”

I still had to try though, even though I knew that he would certainly catch me. I darted to the side and ran towards the people enjoying their nights out at the pubs, oblivious to my struggle.

I started to run towards the pubs, every step seemed to get me no closer to my safety, I could hear my labored breathing ripping from my body in giant gasps.

I threw a glance behind me to see he was slowly jogging behind me; he saw this and smiled at me, again showing his pearly white teeth, knowing that it would terrify me. It worked; I tried to run faster but knew that if I ran too fast then I would surely fall.

Only, I didn’t need to fall. He had caught up to me and pushed me into a dark ally way that I didn’t know existed. Sandstone walls surrounded me and I tried to go back to the main street, to the pubs, to the safety of crowds.

He blocked my way; he was slowly advancing on me, a predatory grin spreading rapidly across his face. By this time he had me backed up against a wall; both his hands were on either side on my head.

“It didn’t have to be this way,” he told me with fake regret clearly written across his face. “I never wanted this to happen, if you had only just listened to me.”

I looked up into his eyes again and immediately tried to turn away but my mind wouldn’t let me, his eyes held mine and I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen. The spell was broken and I was able to look down at the dagger protruding from it. He looked down to and pulled the dagger out, smiling as I screamed in pain and as I started to fall to the ground he plunged the dagger into my heart.

My dead eyes looked up at his laughing figure, as my life faded to eternal darkness.