Retribution

On a night like this he would not have been out but tonight it was different.....tonight he was a man on a mission. He moved swiftly through the empty streets as the clock struck one. He moved through the shadows like a ghost to maintain minimal presence and contact.

After fifteen minutes he finally reached his destination. The tall dark apartment in front of him with the eerie silence bound along with it sent a shiver down his spines. He loved watching horror movies.......But this was a different experience for him altogether. However, he could not just turn back and run away. His life depended on the task that he had come to complete.

He entered the apartment and moved up to the third floor swiftly in the dark. He moved up to the door and stood in front of it silently while putting his gloves on. When he felt convinced that no one was around, he slowly turned the doorknob. The lock had already been decommissioned during his last visit. The door opened with a creaking sound which seemed to be enough to even awaken the undead. He sneaked into the room like a silent assassin and slowly moved forward

towards the bedroom. The lack of light did not affect him at all as he slowly moved forward avoiding any collision with the furniture........After all, he had been there just a few hours ago.

He slowly pushed the door open. The room still possessed the sweet fragrance of the perfume she had put up that night. He slowly moved towards the bed where he had left her. He had to find his revolver before the police came up. He tried to switch on the lights only to realize that he had himself put the entire building into darkness during his last visit. On bended knees, he started searching the floor for his gun. He had dropped it right there beside the bed after shooting her.....yet it was nowhere to be found. He started sweating, something must have gone horribly wrong. She had promised that she would come back to avenge his betrayal and hunt him the same way. He could suddenly feel a warm breath on his shoulder and the fragrance of the perfume getting stronger. As he looked up, the cold barrel of the revolver touched his forehead.

A shot ended it all.