Middle of night. Middle of no-where. I looked around, absorbing all the surroundings. Why here? I pondered the thought, before concluding that a cup of cocoa would be the best move. I could feel the tension in the air. I could feel the tension everywhere.
A woof here. A bark there. I thought, more hoped, that it wasn't out tonight. The miraculous moon shone suddenly through the neighboring tree's, revealing a fantastic full moon. Not the particular sensational sight I was looking for. I looked down, noticing my untied shoe that was crying to be tied. I bent down and placed my cocoa on the muddy surface. I attempted the task, before shooting up like a mole from a mole hill. I heard something. Something quite not right. It can't be...surely? I'm your average Joe, nothing special. It surely can't want me. The thoughts in my head were jumbling up, racing at a thousand miles an hour. I needed comfort, I needed Elizabeth.
My watch read out 11:56. She was set to arrive in four minutes, and with her perfect punctuation, I wouldn't be surprised if she arrived on the dot. More rustling towards my left. What was it? My curious journalistic side seemed to take over as, against all sense and initiative, I creeped towards the mysterious sound. Curiosity killed the cat, a phrase I had heard so many times before. However, it ironically fitted the situation.
I knew I should of arranged a place more convenient. The site where 7 young adolescents have died in the last two months, isn't the place for meeting. However, like in a trance, I obeyed her every demand as she had done so much for me. Bright light from the moon, couldn't even begin to caress the surroundings. Nothing could. Everyone told me not to come, I had to.
I was getting closer and closer to the sound that I had heard. Phew! I saw the creature that was making the sound. It was not sensational nor spectacular; just a normal squirrel, searching for a mate. The squirrel scurried away happily. For the first time that night, I raised an ambiguous smile. Another sound! I could identify this sound straight away this time – my cocoa container. I heard a clang of metal hit the ground, which must have been my cocoa container.
Muted moments were sliced by a scream. A scream of a woman. I peered down at my watch, 12:00 exactly. It could be her? Who am I kidding, it must be her! Like a determined athlete, with their goal in sight, I ran. I ran faster than I ever had ran before. Plants reaching out of the ground trying to stop me, failed. Hanging branches stretching out trying to knock me to the ground, failed.
I arrived at my destination. Out of breath. Out of mind. I did not expect to see what I saw. The scene enthralled my attention. I saw Elizabeth, lying on the floor with blood spattered around her face and terrific tears treacling. The only thing was, she was not alone. I saw a dark figure, standing in between myself and Elizabeth. He laughed. I recognised that laugh. Why did I recognise it?
The flamboyant figure started walking towards Elizabeth. What should I do? I had seen enough; I had to intervene. I came out from behind the partnering tree's, oblivious to the mystery man. In the split of a second, I decided what to do. I would attack the figure from behind, strike him down and play the hero to Elizabeth.
I flung myself at the figure, putting the plan in motion. Little did I expect the figure to turn around at the right moment and punch me right in the temple. I fell ferociously to the floor. I caught a glimpse of the mans face. I know knew who it was. As much as a surprise that it was. My own brother!
Elizabeth kicked him in the midriff, wounding him in the process. I perceived a plastic pandemonium as he groaned. A gun. Elizabeth rose and sprinted towards the gargantuan gun. With her hand inches away from the gun, she was kicked carelessly by him. She tumbled to the ground, writhing in pain. She had landed right next to me. I, however, turned my attention back to my brother. He had already picked up the gun and was now aiming, with intent, in our direction. I noticed he only had one bullet. Would he kill me, the only human who could reveal him, or would he kill Elizabeth, an innocent bystander who wasn't a blood relative?
He pulled back the trigger... BANG!
I used to do the same thing all the time. Better to just cut to the chase and cut out on the descriptions and eloquence. It'll look better overall than having a rushed ending...
