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The Hunted Ones

22 Mar

“Meet me at the old photo centre. That is the safest place.”

Jerry hung up. He didn’t have much time. The situation needed some decision. Now or never.
He took his gun and jumped into the car. This was the first time after years that he felt that much adrenaline in his veins.

He agreed to meet Greta near the old photo centre. Their ways separated there a few years back. Yet he couldn’t get her out if his head. They both were trying to escape Bill, the worst hitman in Virginia. They figured separating would be the best way how to get rid of Bill.

He arrived five minutes earlier then her and watched Greta to slowly approach the photo centre.
“There she is. This time I am not letting her go.” Jerry got out of the car and when he was about to close the door, he felt huge pressure on his chest. Then he saw the explosion. His body flew away as a feather. His eyes were full of smoke but he was trying to find Greta and hoped she survived the explosion.

Greta’s body disappeared together with the old photo centre’s building. At that moment Jerry decided not to be the hunted one anymore. From then on he became the hunter. He swore himself that he won’t stop until he kills the hitman himself.


This post was written for FFfAW – Week of 3-22-2016

A Dangerous Path To Freedom

9 Mar

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I see these walls and steps that I am walking on and I realize that I will never walk them again. I will never touch these walls again. These are my last days on this castle. Tomorrow I will be on the run.

I was forced to marry this despot who calls himself king. But he never knew the true meaning of this word. My father was the real king.

I will sacrifice everything only to get free from this tyranny of his. The only way to do so is to kill him and run as far as possible. I will live in poverty maybe but it is worth it. I have to do it otherwise I will be the dead instead.

And so I walk these steps the last time preparing myself for the most dangerous path in my life. Till this time I was the oppressed one. But not anymore.

Written for the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers