Chilly Silence

The night was bluish dark. Road was hell wide and silent, just yawns of crows whispering coming from the thick bushes around. It was so lonely one may began to fear just to stay there for once, with heavy sound of blows of chilly air shivering the thick leaves.

Suddenly some footsteps began to come walking upon the road, fast!

The guy looked tense, constantly moving his eyes here and there, looking back, heading ahead in speed, with his footsteps getting heavier and louder. With a tight mask he was wearing the sweat started to drop, making a pattern on the ever dry road, as he knew and as he had assumed, someone following him more impatient and tense then he! Michel saw himself both lucky and fucked up, lucky as the follower was limping, mixing his blood into the hot sweaty drops on road, and fucked up cause a gun which can be triggered anytime, fully loaded was locked in his tough bloody palms.

Suddenly the next moment he landed on the ground with a thud! as a rock left a ***** scratch near the toes, but it troubled him the least. He stood up again just in time, just a second before the behind bastard could get him!

The blooding slowed down his speed no matter how much he tried, with constant head whirling and pain in body, Michel got his back finally buckled up, with that heavy pistol hanging around his neck. The old guy yells at him loud in vain. Michel knocked his elbow to his weak torso.

"Motherfuc*er!!!" he cried.

Smart folk knew now is the time for him, or else his death is not far away some foots farther, he threw himself completely with beating heart on to the poor gun holder, quickly getting the hands on the pistol! locking his palms with his. Scared grandpa began to freaking bite his shoulder, making him spit on his face.

"Ahh you SON OF A BITC*!!!"

"*BANG!*" A gunshot fired. Michel knew it fully it was full. This poor old folk just purely focused on getting it out of his locks for he knew he won't be any threat to this young and strong bastard without the fire, his only hope in this otherwise lost battle.

Suddenly an anonymous figure began to come through the grass, slowly leaving the long thick grasses behind.. with tension in her heart to know whats happening on the ever silent road today, with her curiosity being doubled with that Bang!

"*BANG!*" there comes another shot.

"W-wha..!!--" She dropped a sweat, and stopped. Some whispers were still coming of the two yelling to each other, though she couldn't hear it well, and so began to move carefully to thirst her curiosity increasing by every second, crushing the grass slowly and steadily.

"*BANG!* *BANG!!* *BANG!* *BANG!!! *BANG!*"

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Crows got louder then ever, while she got stunned. With sweaty tensed face she took some steps back.. several questions covered this girl's mind, she mumbled in her own, soaked in fear!

"W-wha.. the HELL IS GOING ON..?!" she decided to stay and hide where she was, but after some long unbroken silence.. finally took the risk to step ahead again, worshipping the goddess.

With shivering heart and trembling lips she reached a bit close to the road, where her big eyes got stuck to that dark nightmare, a masked man holding the gun dripping some blood, with another fellow lying down there, not moving, not yelling.

Soon the masked man started to rotate with his head, not able to hold himself or the gun, while she still hiding into the bushes stepped back. Michel fell down, hitting hard with his paining body, crying the loudest! gasping badly, and slowly after a while started to lift himself up someway.

"S-s(cough)Siste-rFUC*ER!.." he crawled a bit, then lifted up finally, weeping out in pain, away from the body he goes limping out, far through the empty road as a cold blow of air hovers through.. with a body seemed dead.

She stood out collecting some courage, confirming the cruel guy's departure and stepped out from the bushes to the road. The ground had became a mess. Metal bullets here and there, sweat, blood, and at a distance some orphan paper works, god knew whom does it belong. The girl goes nearer the poor body, and shocked to see no holes anywhere!

"W-what the heck.. now?!"

She hasten to bent down checking the breath.

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....

..*exhaled*..

Her eyes glowed, not only to the response as the air that exited his nostrils, but seeing a shadow behind her, much bigger than she was..

5'4 foot height stood there with something in hand. She was speechless. It began to come nearer. She knew running would not help. She just stare at the black getting bigger and bigger with suddenly a drop of hot sweat getting upon the poor old dead man's nostril. She just saw with bigger-unclosed eyes, without a clue what will happen now. Soon the shadow was just a side of her, she started to shook.. began to slowly turn around, revealing her wet head.

*Trunned!*..

It struck hard, she suddenly fall down beside the previous body. Her last look pictured a haunting figure in mind, a big muscled man, with the same mask as he had who ran away, dropping down the stick with a thud, having her blood layered upon it.

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