“Excuse me… have you seen a man, about 5ft8 short black hair?”
Slowly slurring her words she replies, “Yes, the alleyway on the left.”
“Thank you very much, have a nice evening.”
He’s not coming. He won’t find me here. The small jagged part of the alley between the houses and abandoned buildings. I find myself a small drafty corner, but very cosy and think to myself, I could sleep here. The sounds seem more silent, sirens more distant and the rattling litter gone. All my worries fade and I’m calm, I know I’m safe now I try to drill into my head, but I just can’t fully believe it. Safe enough to get some rest. Looking around, its very difficult to see in the pitch black dark night, but I can make out a figure, not a human, a small cat, kitten maybe. Definitely an animal, small, long tail, and dark, walking around. Phone still buzzing in my pocket but I ignore it. The feeling of fading and falling as I drift away into a deep peaceful sleep.
Sprinting down the road to find the alleyway, getting faster by the second not caring how tired, dehydrated and out of breath I am I run, further and further. Everything I see is a blur of light and dark, bright neon signs. It stops, a opening of just black, cant see down it but it’s obviously the alley, I grind to a halt. There the alley lies, small, spooky, suspicious. Gradually I gain the courage to walk, I need to do this, he really hurt me and my family. The thought builds my strength and I walk faster, and faster until I’m almost running. My head tremors with fear, I don’t want to do this, but drill into my brain that I need to. The alley passes me in a blur, dark, sometimes lighter. I see him, in a small tight corner between two industry buildings and empty council houses across the other side. Perfect. Asleep, dead or awake, but not moving.
A sharp sound, my eyes shoot open. Panic fills my body. I know what’s going to happen, there’s no escape. I hurt him and his family, I didn’t mean to, it was a accident, but he doesn’t understand and he’s got me now, got what he wants. My joints slowly stiffen and I can’t move. My heart pounds you would be able to hear the beating fast and loud, the feeling of it ripping free of my body like a bird free to fly the skies. He’s there, how did he find me? A dark long object, a bar maybe. It hit me. Around the head, more than once, I can’t think how many times, I started to fade after about three. My head spun, vision faded from clear to blurry then black and my mind wondered, I drifted away. I feel pain, not the pain where you graze your knee, real pain, agony. Drifting in and out of consciousness constantly, like a tennis ball being hit from one side of the court to another. Then I’m gone, everything goes black, I cant see, feel, smell, taste, hear or think. He’s won, game over.
I pull out the large pipe of copper or even lead, I’m not sure which to be honest, I don’t mind either does the job. I hit him seven times round the head and once in the stomach. It was so quick I barely even remember, my mind was all over the place. Tears even fell from my eyes, happiness and shock, I had actually done it. I killed him. He didn’t scream or shout for help, even if he did it would have been useless nobody’s around and nobody would have heard him. He deserved it. His body wouldn’t be found for days, people don’t often use the alleys, they’ll be gone soon to build newer houses. I feel sorry for whoever does find him, they wouldn’t know what I do, how much he hurt us. I walk away not turning back, not feeling guilty to what I had done but happy. Things will be fine now.
