A gust whistled through a broken window, the only sound in
the abandoned flat besides the thrumming of the storm outside. Dragging his
feet, defeated, a lone man limped across the floor, looking to his left and
right frantically while wiping his bloody nose between haggard breaths.
Punctuating the silence, a flash of lightning followed by an immediate peal of
thunder shook the building, and the man yelped. He tried to spin on one foot,
but his ruined leg was claimed his balance, and he collapsed in a tumble, biting
off a curse in the process.
As if from nowhere, a figure emerged in front him, stepping
out of the shadows, and then he really screamed. Whatever noise came out of his
mouth, though, was swallowed by another peal of thunder, and the cracked window
howled all the louder. A cloaked figure seemed to tower in front of him and,
despite the obscured face, he recognized him.
“Y-you! You’re the guy who killed my brother. P-please, we
didn’t mean—” His fumbling voice broke off into a low whine, though, as the
figure raised handgun, brandishing death itself as it pulled its hood back.
“Tell him I said hello, yeah?” the voice responded, and he
blinked in-spite of his own terror. It was a woman? His mouth tried to form confused words, but a gunshot
chorused with the thundering storm outside, and the night grew darker.
…
…Not doing it for you? Yeah. Let’s talk about it.
