Samson

The stench of blood was strong, a smell that was all too familiar. I looked up and there he was, hanging just right above me. His bloodshot eyes were directly staring at me. I�d recognize him from his caramel fur. It was Spencer, Allison�s cat. I kicked the front door open. My heart started pounding, trying to escape from my chest as I run up the stairs. I recalled the phone call I received just moments ago. Her cry is still echoing in my ear. Please, no, not Allison too.

The room was dark. It was a picture of chaos. Bits of broken glass were on the floor, perhaps from the broken window where Spencer was hanged. Her things scattered everywhere. Image of her struggling and screaming flashed through my mind. She was standing right in this very room, threatened with guns, pointing at her from every direction. She was pleading, the way that my victims have pleaded before. I searched the whole room, looking for pieces, for clues. I need to find her.

He must be behind all this. The plot, the plan, the mess, these were all his. He knew he could never get me to work for him again, to do his dirty job for him. And so he went straight for Allison, the perfect bait. Damn. I won�t let you hurt her. I will hunt you and kill you. I know that this is what you want and I�m prepared to give it to you.

Click. A cold metal was now touching the back of my head, pressed sharply against my nape. Perhaps I was waiting for this. �Turn around,� the voice said. But the voice was different; it wasn�t the voice that I expected. Slowly, I did as I was told. Then there she was, Allison, pointing the gun right at me. Her face blank, she looked at me, eyes steadied on my face. �He wanted me to be the one to do this,� she said. I looked a t her questioningly. I couldn�t see how it has come to this. I loved her dearly and I knew she loved me back. Was all of it a lie? Maybe it was. Everything was done to set this perfect trap. He used her to kill me. I knew that the big boss was sly, he outsmarted me. But the betrayal hurt me more.

There is nothing more welcoming at this point than death. �Go ahead, shoot me!� I said, gazing intently on the face that I used to love. A tear rolled down her cheek. She pulled the trigger and it was over.