The Killer

I stood in my place, motionless, like the statue of an angel perched high in the center of the fountain in front of the church. Ashen with shock and terror, I met a pair of frozen blue eyes that haunted my dreams for years.

Let this be a dream. I prayed hard to the heavens while closing my eyes, wishing I would soon wake up and find myself peacefully lying on my bed. But it seems the heavens failed to grant my pleas. When I opened my eyes again, the man remained standing and pointing a gun in my direction.

I swallowed deep and hard as I tried to keep myself still.

The man stepped closer. A scream erupted from my lips when his hand gripped my wrists. "Shut up or I will fire the gun in your head." His sharp tone sent cold shivers down my spine. When I didn't stop screaming, his grip on my wrists tightened and he pressed the gun on my neck, instantly my mouth snapped closed.