Chapter 1:
As she walks, head held up high, determination in her gape clearly visible; she already knew what she was about to do. Countless nights she stayed up, planning, deliberating, deciding, convincing herself that it was justified considering what he had done to her. She is wearing an expensive, classy suit, a branded bag over her shoulders, walking as if she is walking to the death row. She is determined not to let her nervousness show as she approaches the man, the man who turned her life upside-down, in a dimly lighted alley, with a lone flickering bulb as the only light source. The man is leaning against a wall and is smoking, slowly putting the cigarette to his lips, a very dim red light emerges from the cigarettes end as he inhales, and than he moves his hand back to his sides with a learned movement indicative of the frequency of how many times he has done this. After a pause he lets the smoke leave his mouth and nose, emerging as a mist in the light of the bulb.
‘Are you Arnold’, she asks tilting her head, giving a small smile, all the while continuing to approach the man because she already knew who he was.
Slightly taken aback, he replies ‘Yes, I’m Arnold, and you are?’.
‘Oh, my name is not important’, she replies with the biggest fake smile she can manage as she comes to a stop near him.
The man squints his eyes and asks, ‘Oh really?’. He smiles slightly and its clear that he’s expecting some form of favor or something of the sorts.
‘Then who exactly are you, Ms. Nameless?’, he asks with a smirk on his face, his eyes glinting with an evil shine.
The woman puts her hand inside her purse, gripping the cold metal grip of a loaded, concealed handgun.
‘You know, I know everything about you, what you’ve done, what kind of person you are, how many lives you have destroyed’, she says with a face clear of emotion.
His smile drops and he stumbles back a little, ‘What…what are you talking about?’
She pulls her hand out of the bag, wrapped around a silver handgun, adorned with ivory, ‘I’m just one of the countless people who’s live you turned upside down’.
The fear is clearly visible in his eyes, ‘Stop…What are you doing…you’ve got the wrong guy’, he exclaims.
‘Oh no I haven’t, I can never forget that face, I am the girl who you kidnapped 25 years ago, and who promised she would make you pay after all, which you laughed off, you don’t seem to be laughing now, why is that?’ she says wickedly.
As she finishes her sentence she brings the gun up, at arms length, at level with her head and aims squarely at the man.
‘Please stop…I’ll do anything’, he begs.
