The End

The End

The graze above Carmines left eye twanged with pain and jolted him back into reality. He felt the warm blood run around the right hand side of his eye, down his nose and over his lips. It tasted odd… almost metallic. His hands were bound with what felt like twine…. Lots of twine. It was cutting into his skin.

He was starring down the barrel of Vaughn’s .357 Magnum Desert Eagle. He had seen this gun before. It was the gun that he had used to kill Vaughn’s wife. ‘heh, at least that bitch wont be telling anyone the truth’ he thought to himself as a smile crept over his face

‘Oh does this amuse you’ remarked Vaughn ‘does this prospect of death make you laugh?’ he shouted. Carmines inner monologue was working overtime tonight ‘That Vaughn, he wants to know the reason for his wife’s death so badly. I can see the desperation behind those deep blue eyes. But he can’t know the truth…. No one can’

Carmine looked up at Vaughn and grinned through blood stained teeth ‘Just get it over with’ he said. ‘Oh…. You think its going to end just like that? No no I don’t think it will be quite that easy my friend. For you see before you die an agonising death, and believe me it WILL be agonising. You are going to tell me your reasons for...k.ki..Kill’ ‘My reasons for what? KILLING your wife?’ spat Carmine.

Vaughn’s blood boiled with rage, he forced the gun into Carmines forehead and his finger twitched over the trigger. He was breathing very heavily and tears began to form at the sides of his eyes. He just wanted to know…. He just wanted to understand how the last hour’s events had come to pass. He wasn’t a killer but he needed Carmine to think he was so he could find out the truth. He pulled the gun away slightly to reveal a heavy indent of the muzzle of the gun on Carmines forehead.

‘You’ve always been a pussy Vaughn. You couldn’t even screw your wife properly. She had to go all over town to get what you couldn’t give.’ Said Carmine in such a way as to provoke Vaughn into shooting Carmine and ending this whole nightmare. Carmine would die and Maria was dead and the secret would die with him.

‘SHUT THE FUCK UP CARMINE!’ The gun was once again forced into his forehead, only this time with much more force. He closed his eyes partially from the pain but also in preparation for death. He saw swings. He saw trees. He saw his mother and fathers funeral. Death…Fucking Death…. For something that should be such a rare event in one mans life it was everywhere he went. Even his dreams. He heard the tell tale sounds of his own demise as the gun clicked and the hammer drew back. Carmine scrunched his eyes so tight that everything went white. Maria was dead, Carmine would die and the secret would die with him

The End.

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