Prologue

I could feel the snow falling on my face as my body lay limp and crumbled with blood and sweat in the middle of nowhere. I make an effort of blinking my eyes open and pull my self up against the snow shadowed ground, under the cold breeze I take another chance for a run. My feet thrust deep in the snowy ground, making my movements slow.

"Damn it!" I spit.

With slow efforts and heavy panting, I dare yet again to look back only for the wind to whistle in my ear. Nothing in sight just the empty land covered with heavy snow till the horizon meet, Sky turning darker with every passing second. With another glance back and forth I release a cold breath and limp ahead with heavy foot steps while wiping my dripping nose with the back of my hand and find it wet with blood mark.

"Calm down... I'm not that exhausted... I can do for another mile." I whispered against chattering teeth.

Deep down I knew I was miserably failing in consoling myself. I wasn't alright, I was fatigued with continuous running for three hours straight in an empty land buried in snow. Hell, I don't even know where I am. There wasn't a spot left that didn't ache. Blood stench, purple bruises, fresh cuts and scratches, torn clothes and this freezing weather were the only reminder for me to keep running.

But the feeling is strong. That feeling. His feeling.

The feeling that he is approaching, he hasn't stopped hunting for me and he'll be here no matter how far I run.

My feet entangle with lack of energy and I stumble on the ground, hitting my head on a rock in the process. Blood oozes out and my hand trembles as I analyse the amount of blood splattered on snow.

I hear a clicking sound and turn my head up only to encounter a gun pointed on my head. I gulped as I witness his blood sucking grin.

"Did you miss me?" He said, tilting his head but my eyes were focused on the head of the gun. "Of course you did. My weapon missed you too." he winked and now he brought the gun on my mouth and pressed it against it, forcing me to part my lips and pushed the gun inside my mouth.

"I gave you your space, you tried running but look I found you again. Isn't it fascinating?" his evil grin still plastered on his face while my mind had stopped working, I could only taste metal in my mouth.

"I like you, Moeen. Seriously you're the most persistent person I have encountered in so long." His brows raises with amusement "I know a lot about you but you don't know me so let me tell you something about myself. I love taking lives of people like you." The metal cutting insides of my mouth, all I was able to do was blink away my tears. "Just look at you who would recognize you with all that blood, bruises and tattered clothes?" he scoffs, eying my dishevelled self.

"Your greed has ended you up in my hands Moeen. You reap what you sow." he shrugs and pushes the gun deeper and I jerk as the metal hits inside my throat. I try to shake my head with the gun, tears blocking my vision and I was almost near to hysteria.

No, please. Don't. Pleading the voice inside of me.

"You deserve worse death than the death itself." He spits. "For ruining all those lives that trusted you and loved you."

I promise I'll be good. My head shouting.

"Too late Moeen." I try to speak but the metal blocking my words and they came out muffled.

No! Please! Let me live!

Just this once!

I am running out of time. This isn't Russian roulette, this is my life. In cold breeze over Iced land with blood and tattered clothes and all the things I have earned with life, left behind. I have become a nobody, some person who doesn't even deserve pity.

I never imagined death would hug me for all those forsaken sins I had committed so easily. If only there was second chance to life, I could turnover time and fix everything to how it was before... If only...

BAAM!