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Malik stopped dead in his tracks, frozen like a rabbit in headlights on a quiet road. He heard the shots before he saw the blood; a scream not from the victim caused him to thankfully look away, then back again as the dead women was pummelled by more lead. A few metres away a man held the gun and Malik could only stand and stare in the middle of the street.

A sharp bark snapped him out of his trance. His large black Labrador, Magic, confused and frightened by the loud sounds had made the noise. He hushed her, edging back and pulling on her lead to follow without the killer noticing.

His heart stopped as the shooter looked straight at him! The hairs at the back of his neck rose as his blood ran cold. They locked eyes, the calm and the terrified, prey and predator.

s**t! s**t! s**t!

The lanky man shuffled quickly backwards, reining in his dog as if she could protect him better being closer, then looked away and swiftly turned around, dragging the fat lab behind him in a weak run to get away as humanly possible.

Malik’s body was tense, expecting to be shot at, waiting to feel the hot metal slicing his soft flesh like the women’s, the vision burned in his memory. Icy sweat beaded his forehead; grey eyes bulged while adrenaline pushed his weak limbs into a full run to get to safety.

He risked a glance back, was he being pursued? Would he be let of this easily? Sirens echoed in the distance, would they make it in time or would they find another body, shot to pieces while walking his dog and minding his own goddamned business?

The killer was gone.
A frown lit across Malik’s worried brow and he slowed, turning skittishly around, he was alone.
Deep breaths was forced as the terrified witness dived down the side of the building and leaned against the wall in relief, his heart pounding against his chest.
He was safe, but for how long?

Also, I'm new to this guild. 3nodding

Please forgive me for my terrible grammar and spellings. But I do like to rpg, but I don't do rp like that very much. So please be patient with me. heart

The murder realized that there are witnesses. He only have two choices; Destory all witnesses, so he can escape from the crime sence, but he will face the terrible consequences at the end for more guilty wisping behind him by what he had done to that woman and those witnesses. But there's always another choice to go, run away from the crime area and be hidden from Police forces.

"No, I'm not coward! I won't make the mistake unlike another criminals!"

Before he could decide which the step he will choose next, the seirns from the patrol car interrupted his actions.

"Damn it! Someone must had called the police! Now what I do?"

As he sparked the idea, he fleed to shadow area before the witnesses could get a good look at him. He bolt through the brushes and trees and everything, fast as he can. He became more reckless about wounds or any buries on his body. He all wanted is run away and never be found guiltly, or worst.... End up in prision. No, he doesn't want to be. But when the police forces had arrived.. they found the woman was missing! Even witnesses doesn't know where she is because they were too busy panicked and try get out of way of harm. But the man who was walking with dog, turned out is the blind man. He can tell the man's actions because he was listening where he ran. Unfortunatly, that wasn't enough evidences to capture the man, the murder of the crime sence.

The man started to see that fortunate is on his side because no one had found the murder since 2 months. The man's thoughts became more twisted and wicked. He decided to kill more victims because of those ridiculous ideas about fortunate is on the murder's side. Of course, at the end, justice will previl all!

Continuly, the victims of murder sence started to increase after the first sence of the missing woman. But his last vicitm got away. How? .... Because one man named "M.K." finally had got him by tracking his steps. Before the man knew that he was supported by police forces, the light flashed back behind his eyes. Here he is in court! The man who named, "M.K." had grin crossed his face, but his face was shadowed. He couldn't get a hint of who is that man, but M.K. was the same blind man from his first murder sence! The gravel had pounded.

At the end, the man learned that if you do the crime then luck will never be on your side, never! The man was found guilty and sent to prision until his death for many deaths of vicitms. But one mysterious thing about his last vicitm.... The last vicitm was the same woman whom the man killed his first vicitm!

So, the tale of murder had end. The End.

So, what do anyone think of it? biggrin I was trying to make it sounds interesting althrough I do have problems with past tenses and present tenses. XD

Sleep deprived as always he held satisfaction in having finished a job, unfortunatly, he had also run out of coffee and had thus been forced to leave his home. The problem had been quickly fixed and a styrofoam cup of hot, black coffee sat in his hand as he headed towards his place.

Neither the weather nor the people concerned him as he walked along. The weather was unimportant and people were stupid, annoying at best.

He raised an eyebrow as the shot rang out almost next to him deafening him. The sound made him look at the man who had fired the gun.

A smirk crossed his face as he watched the man empty the rest of his bullets into the woman and in the process re-affirmed Joe's believe that people were stupid.

Almost indifferent to the blood that had been spilled, he took a sip of his still too hot to drink coffee and swore.

"creative way to suecide"

He mumbled, just loud enough for those nearby to hear him, if they had recovered their hearing after the noise the shooter had made. He knew enough assassins to know that they'd never pick a park full of people to do a close-up kill. For this man to shoot her in a public place up close and run out of bullets was stupid and suecidal, which in itself was stupid.

Here's a last second reply before I go to bed. Let me know how I do!

Ah, the wonders of a small town. Cries filled the air; No, not cries, shrieks! But not of the ordinary screech of horror, screams of joy and cheerfulness riddled the town square as a young woman strode across a fairly empty street. A slight gust of wind passed this particular lady by, brushing her light hair, a beam of sunlight escaped the somewhat gray day, to shine over her features. Like an angel from above, the elegance of her very being shined with said light from the all holy heavens above. What a gorgeous woman, indeed. A soft tune left her features, humming, to be exact. What a soothing sound, one that easily fit her graceful strides as she made her way across the street.

Then suddenly, as her foot gently pressed against the concrete sidewalk, the all holy heavens above blinked, casting darkness over the land. And in that fraction of a second, a life was taken by one of her own kind. And as the steel slug penetrated her body, the heavens weeped to see their finest being wronged. And as the Gods' themselves cried, the sky matched only the maroon pool below. As the beauty of a woman fell, the crowd around her gasped in disbelief. How can such a man do such a horrible deed?! Instantly, explanations began to flash into witnesses minds; Was he sane? Perhaps the woman had committed a wrong herself? Perhaps she just happened to get in the way of the shooter? Only one could know for sure, the accused, of course. But no one of the right mind would approach a gun man and ask such a thing! Besides, by this time, the crowd had thrown itself into a mass panic of yelling and flailing.

Hell had just lifted itself onto Earth.

And through the chaos, a young man watched in just as much horror as the rest, his jaw hanging low in disbelief. His instincts told him to run as his eyes, glued to the seen, watched as the shooter unloaded on the helpless woman. He was stuck, frozen in a state of fear. What was he supposed to do? What could he do? Run, like the rest? What good was that? Try and aid the fallen beauty? Only to get himself killed as well! And so he was stuck, mainly in his own mind. And then.... BAM!

Another shot rang through the screams and yells. Like a gift from the gods, a twin streaked the sky until it found its' target, the original shooter. As the onlooker turned his head towards the new gunman, his eyes glowed with appreciation. Like men in shinning armor, the city police force stepped forward through the crowd, guns drawn. With such a glorious rhythm, they pulled the triggers of their own weapons. And as the sinner fell to his knees, his life slowly being ripped from him, he looked towards the sky with a disgusting grin. He slowly closed his eyes as his body dropped backwards, still clinging to the little life he had left. But unlike the woman he had killed, he was not granted the wondrous stairway to heaven. Instead, he was placed back on Earth, restrained first in a bed, then later in a cage like a hated animal. And as the deceased woman watched from above, smothering herself in the riches of Heaven, her killer slowly rotted in jail as Satan himself awaited his arrival.

And as everything unfolded, a man slowly escaped the hold which fear once held over him. His mind ticked as he pictured a way to cope with the loss of a loved one. 'I should have went to her...' he thought as he looked away from the scene of the crime, a bit annoyed by all the commotion. And as time passed, the same man could be seen at a very peculiar funeral, honoring a once joyous woman of his own age. As the crowd slowly left the burial sight, some weeping more then others, the man stayed behind. As he fell to his knees, tears streaming from his features, he placed a tiny box upon the wooden casket. "I'll always love you," he muttered as he rose to his feet once again. His back turning to leave, the box opened with a snap to reveal a golden band. A band of trust and love. And on that day, a wedding was canceled. No later then the next morning, another shooting occurred. And as his lovers death was avenged, he too assured a seat in the pits of hell.