Ab Initio
Gripping the knife firmly, she rose up behind him.
Quietly and carefully, she took in her surroundings and tried to clear the fog in her head. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the darkened room, and she could make out the overturned chair in the corner, along with the bloody ropes on the floor, and at least one of her shoes. A few random blotches on the floor seemed to be pieces of paper, or maybe they were the contracts. I will burn those, she thought absently, assuming she could get her hands on them.
There was no mistaking the hulking figure right in front of her, however. And she didn't have to see her son to know that he was right there too, cowering in front of this evil apparition.
Blood still ran from her nose, and her arms were slick with sweat and dirt and tears. Her hands quickly tensed into fists, one of them gripping the knife tightly by her leg, as adrenaline began flowing through her system in waves.
Boring holes into the middle of his back, she silently drew back and pushed forward with all the momentum she could muster. The sharp-edged knife plunged easily, deeply into his back and didn't stop until it went all the way up to the handle. He turned around awkwardly and dropped to his knees as the knife pierced his heart.
A pistol fell from his hand to the ground with a loud clackety-clack. Eyes wide, he mouthed words, vaguely sounding like profanities, as he continued his agonizingly slow trip forward.
"Die you son of a bitch, die!" she heard herself scream at him, even as she instinctively stepped backwards, one hand reaching out to feel for the wall.
But this was no movie and there was no last gasp, no last evil rush of strength.
He hit the floor with a weighty thud.
The small, crying child raced around the prone body and into the arms of his mother. Weeping, Luka picked him up and carried him down the dark hall, out the front door and onto the sidewalk, where they both collapsed in sobs and screams that echoed in the night. A short distance away, sirens screamed through intersection after intersection, until they finally stopped just short of #2744 Bronson Rd.
Quietly and carefully, she took in her surroundings and tried to clear the fog in her head. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the darkened room, and she could make out the overturned chair in the corner, along with the bloody ropes on the floor, and at least one of her shoes. A few random blotches on the floor seemed to be pieces of paper, or maybe they were the contracts. I will burn those, she thought absently, assuming she could get her hands on them.
There was no mistaking the hulking figure right in front of her, however. And she didn't have to see her son to know that he was right there too, cowering in front of this evil apparition.
Blood still ran from her nose, and her arms were slick with sweat and dirt and tears. Her hands quickly tensed into fists, one of them gripping the knife tightly by her leg, as adrenaline began flowing through her system in waves.
Boring holes into the middle of his back, she silently drew back and pushed forward with all the momentum she could muster. The sharp-edged knife plunged easily, deeply into his back and didn't stop until it went all the way up to the handle. He turned around awkwardly and dropped to his knees as the knife pierced his heart.
A pistol fell from his hand to the ground with a loud clackety-clack. Eyes wide, he mouthed words, vaguely sounding like profanities, as he continued his agonizingly slow trip forward.
"Die you son of a bitch, die!" she heard herself scream at him, even as she instinctively stepped backwards, one hand reaching out to feel for the wall.
But this was no movie and there was no last gasp, no last evil rush of strength.
He hit the floor with a weighty thud.
The small, crying child raced around the prone body and into the arms of his mother. Weeping, Luka picked him up and carried him down the dark hall, out the front door and onto the sidewalk, where they both collapsed in sobs and screams that echoed in the night. A short distance away, sirens screamed through intersection after intersection, until they finally stopped just short of #2744 Bronson Rd.
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