Part 1: The Dark Choices

"A story like this is, well, almost too unbelievable to be true. Sometimes even I have difficulty believing it, yet I've seen it, I've been a part of it and worst of all... I know."

The rain was sputtering down, making the town dreary and miserable, as if it wasn't already. The dim street lights barely penetrated the cold which seemed to surround everything as if it were its own visible entity. Soon it would be snow, but as if undetermined, the rain would bite into the flesh, making every drop noticeable.

Mark Edwards, stood above the limp, lifeless body of what was once Harold Crane. His jaw clenched and the blood running down his forehead, Mark just stared, pondering what to do next. He hadn't meant for this to happen, hell, he was supposed to prevent this from ever happening. But Crane had known too much, it had possessed him and driven him to the edge of sanity, before sharply pulling him back, bringing him to where he was now - dead. Mark looked up without moving his head, the wail of sirens in the distance. Somebody must have heard that spine chilling scream, the one Crane had let escape as his last breath on this fair earth.

Mark shoved his hand into his left pocket and fumbled around, finding it at last. He pulled out the rickety flip-phone with all the delicacy of a drunkard. He flipped the phone open and then grabbing both ends, split the phone in two. He dropped both pieces on the ground and drove his heel into it, twisting and turning until all that was left was mechanical mess on the cold and wet pavement. He took in a deep breath, ignoring the splashing rain, dripping from his nose. He shoved both hands into his pocket, hopelessly. He had forgotten about the dead weight in his right pocket, it was a reminder, a reminder of the choice he now faced. He pulled it out, staring at it coldly. One bullet was all that remained in the case, he didn't have to check. He slowly, hesitantly cocked the hammer and put the ice cold metal barrel to his temple. One bullet for Crane, one for him, as he had been told.

In a sudden burst of frustration, Mark threw the revolver to the ground. Everything had happened perfectly, just as it had been told. It just wasn't right, who were they to decide what would happen? Who were they to force him, to kill this poor man? The price of knowledge is death and death is defeat. He wasn't going to let them win. He couldn't, too much was at stake for him to just throw his life away in a pitiful burst of selfishness, for he was the only other living soul on the planet who had any idea what was going to happen next.

The police arrived, their blue and red lights illuminating the dark, wet alleyway. The lieutenant stepped out of his car, shaking his head at the lifeless corpse before him. He looked at the ground, at the broken cell phone and revolver.

"Check for prints lieutenant?" one of the cops asked.
"Go ahead, but I can already tell you did it," the lieutenant replied to the quizzical cop. The lieutenant knelt down, inspecting the gun. "One bullet." The lieutenant stood back up, slowly, rubbing his forehead. "Take your photos and get this mess cleaned up," the lieutenant said, climbing back into the car.

There were always two bodies, one gun and no bullets. Not this time.

Very Nice DarkWing, Is this an one off or will there be more?

There will be more, hopefully lots more!

Very nice, I haven't given CnC for writing in a long time, so I'm not going to bother, But that was a Nice read.

Thanks, I haven't written anything like a short story or anything that wasn't a script in a few years, so it's nice to do it again

That's a incredible piece of work! WOW!
You just get so absorbed into the story.
Good job!

Thanks, it's only a short intro, but I intend for the other parts to be longer. If you ever feel like a longer read, find the Earth Link Zero script on the forum and read that (it's 130 pages)

Sure (: maybe on one of my blob days (:

that being any day your not doing something arty?