Code of Murders

The lights dimly illuminates the dark alley.... In the midst of a rainy night during the striking thunders flashes across the sky, there… a man was running for his life while holdings the evidences to keep his hands clean from the murders that had happened. He’s looking back and forth the anxiety is visible on his face. His loud pants can’t be heard because of the loud thunders. His footprints got instantly vanished because of the pouring rain, he spot a place to hide in a small gap between the two walls just to collect his breathe and thoughts, some questions run to his head Would he will be able to escape? And what if he’ll escape from this man what will happen to him? Those are some questions running in his head, when he heard an unfamiliar whistle…. It is a song.. an old song…. An old children song… His breathe hitch when he recognized the person behind those whistles he trembled in fear and run without thinking… His tears starts to fall from his eyes, his mind is blank, he doesn't have any idea what to do or where to go…. The only thing he keep in mind is he needs to escape…. He run towards another Alley, running fast as he could. The rumbles in the sky mimick his foot steps in the empty place, he know that he’ll end up dead if he wont run for his life…. He look back, the grim reaper is chasing after him for his death was its entertainment, watching from behind grinning widely while witnessing his misery, his soft and deep chuckles made his skin crawl. He enters another alley and tried to hide beside the huge trash cans… He look at the brown envelope in his hands… In his thoughts, he needs to surrender this to the Police. He collect his breathe and ready to run again but he heard a familiar foot steps not far from the place he was hiding … the phone ring from a far, He covers his mouth so that we won’t make any sound.. he listens carefully even though the rain covers the conversation of those two persons He tried to peek from where he was hiding only to see a huge silhouette not far from him. So he instantly hide and get his phone to check its battery. When he saw it is still useful he peeked the phone to record a video of that person. . . . Holding a gun from his left arm the person is standing right infront of him, his hands is shaking after realizing that person is gazing in the direction where he's hiding, the raven eyes of that person darting towards him, those unmerciful eyes that ready to end his life. He immediately turn off the phone and slowly crawls on the other direction. . . . He run as fast as he could but the loud shot of a russian revolver made Him stumble upon an empty alley, He tried to ask for help but then no one was there His voice cant be heard because of the heavy rain. The mocking laugh of that person made him want to die in shame. He look back only to see the shadow of the grim reaper coming towards him, He tried to stood up but his knees weakens when he saw the face of the devil. He cant eventually walk as fear consumed him and due to the wound of the gun shot in his right knee. He tried to crawl not minding the dirty mud all over his face. The foot steps of the grim reaper is coming… His song whistles that made him go insane, His soft deep chuckles Made his heart race and now he can feel the fear gushing in his veins he’s praying to god that this man will spare his life… But like an empty words he say... the man doesn’t even believe in god. he's a demon reside in hell, how does this devil came out from there! He hated his helpless situation. He hated the person who became the reason why this devil won’t let him escape in this darkness The person who became the reason why he was chained in this unacceptable fate. His tears flow heavily like the rain on that night. . . . The demon smiling widely while looking to it’s prey, in his head this person is just one of those insects seeking evidences just to ruin the perfection his been keeping. He sigh deeply and smiled while looking to the person not far from him. He tilt his head and grab his hair while thinking what is the best thing to do to that person, He walks towards there and grab the mans hair and pull him somewhere while chuckling. The man tried to stop him and stab his hands with a sharp stick that he grab somewhere…. The grim reaper eventually flinch and looked to his bleeding hands. Though he didn’t feel anything, he got more hyped in the situation while looking at the blood gushing in his left hands his eye's glitter in happiness when he saw the tempting sticky blood in his hand. He looked at the man who’s crawling away from him. He laughed loudly while looking at the man, his annoyed laugh echoes in the alley as he cover his face with his bloody hands and inhale sharply and smelled the sweet tangy scent of the blood, he gently breath out so that he could maintain his gentle composure. He walks towards the man and stomped the wound on his knee, the person grunt in pain squirming below him.. “ Aaaghhhhhh!!!! “ The man cry loudly his grunts make him more entertained his lips curved into smile every scream of the man give him a sense of happiness that no one can replace. He grab the mans hair again using his right hand and shove him towards the trash can he then grab the man again and throw him to the other direction. He walks slowly towards him and gently holds his s face. He give a very sad look and a weak smile plastered on his lips and touch the small wound on the mans forehead that made the man twitch in pain. He looked at the mans face, blood, tears and dirt was visible in the its face. “ Disgusting.” The firm voice spoke inside his head… He chuckles deeply and sigh once again Without a single thought he slammed the mans face in the wall harshly untill he gets satisfied. blood spurting out from the mans head when he stopped and stood up he grab his gun and position his self and ready to shoot the man, when someone called his phone again… He looked at the caller I’D and role his eyes because of irritation. He hold his phone and stare at the caller until the call went off Coughing loudly… the man slowly kneel in front of him shaking. “P-please…. I-im b-begging you please s-spare my life m-my... my family n-needs me” He smiled widely and gently tap the the M1895 revolver on his head he chuckled once again and smile widely with his dead eyes he gently smiled “ adios eya ..” the loud rumble in the sky covers the gun shot that echoed around the corner, blood scattered on the ground that got instantly washed by the rain. the man pick the envelope and walk away as if nothing had happen, his foot step gently tapping in the ground, the heavy rain fall wash his footsteps as well as the evidences on that cold dark night.