The Alley

He was wearing a dark anorak from one pocket of which he produced a mauser with a bulbous silencer on the end of the barrel. As he had done countless times before, but this time it felt different, the moment was drawn out, every action seemed slower, it was still something of instinct which over time it had grown to be, but awkward somehow as if of the first when he was no more than a boy. "Is someone there?" he asked anxiously. Silence. "IS SOMEONE THERE? He inched forward slowly.
BANG, the sound echoed of the stone walls around him like a thunder clap, then stillness, broken only by the ringing from his ears. He stood still, frozen, this rekindled the forgotten painful memory of how his heart pounding and scared, he had raised a shaky gun in that alley long ago and with one eye shut and the other squinting through blood streaked tears, he had aimed desperately at his attacker heart and¦
BANG, BANG, the thunder roared again, but this time he felt the lightning, and in that moment he know his fate.
The second time just to make sure, he remembered just the way his farther had taught and often scolded into him on many a hunting trip. "Nooo ya little shit, how many times have I told ya, shoot first the body, THE HEART, how many... finish the kill with the second cap. ya stupid..." his father's voice was filling his head as if there next to him and suddenly with which he regressed back from the man he was to the scared child that he so resented later in life...shocked, struggling to comprehend and now fighting back emotions to faintly come back form this memory to notice the now cool air as it struck though his dark matted hair to his scull as if wet, how cold it felt, a stinging almost like cold steel, His legs buckled and feelings of falling now came over him, it all seemed as if in a dream, how strange he thought, his mind shifted again. suddenly he was taken back, in a flash, to that awful day in the ally, thoughts and memories flooding his bruised brain, torrents of his life swelled and overflowed, bringing with them flashes of past atrocities that rippled and swelled over his conciseness before fading to that same sense of falling, vague and distant, confused and scared now he tried desperately to grasp hold of reality.Now on his knees, around him the long coat smeared with mud and rain crumpled on the damp ground, a tortured soul trying to helplessly to overcome the agony. "Ahhhhhhhh why?" he said with realisation and pain, but there was no answer just a faint echo before silence, and nothing but cold darkness. Shaking and eyes wild he felt the dull pain in his chest grow tighter like and iron fist closing around it. Starting to Loose reality again, so tired he felt, his limbs seemed slow, yet his mind raced and panic set in, then as if from a primal anger deep within adrenaline broke out and surged though his bleeding heart, bringing with it a new fire, hot and angry. No longer slouched, he lent back on his knees through the pain and raised in defiant protest his arms, and cried out "AHHHHHhhhhh where are ya?" desperately trying to find someone, something, some reason why. His clouded mind clearing a little to come to his senses some more, he slouched back forward. Shaking, the weight of the gun now apparent clutched still in his clammy hand, how heavy it seemed, so heavy. The weight in the past had always reminded him of the power in witch he had when holding it, but now it was as if it was made of lead, pulling him down, just like his once more aching limbs and tightening chest, he just felt so tired, trapped, confused and deeply hurt. 'Why had they done this to him? The bastards!' he thought. Defeated, eyes closed and head down his limp body fell loosely through darkness to the find the unforgiving ground, but he didn't feel it, there was no pain, peace was almost with him. From out of the darkness now came heavy footsteps that sounded hollow as they tapped on the puddle spotted ground drawing closer until almost on top of him. Then the sound a gun being cocked clunked and clicked near his right ear filling the place and him with a sense of inevitability
"You had it coming" was carried on a heavy breath that whispered to his ear. It was the last words he ever heard.
'Yes', he thought 'he did' these where the last thoughts he ever had.

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