Chapter 1
Have you ever had a really bad day? A day when all you wanted to do was just lie in bed and take a nap, hiding from the harsh reality of what was happening? I had such a day today…
To my deepest regret, I was caught.
I managed to successfully hide from the police for two and a half years. But everyone makes mistakes, and unfortunately, I make a mistake. Cameras, these terrible cameras, they are found at every step, on every corner, in every building and alley. What I'm talking about, you can see it for yourself. You can't walk a hundred steps without one of those damn "eyes" taking a picture of you.
I just wanted to get a taste of life and freedom... These beautiful feelings: adrenaline running through your veins, an incredible euphoric pleasure, and an unforgettable feeling... of a soft female neck in your hands. Ah, women, beautiful flowers of life, what are you doing to my little fragile heart...
What is happening now? Everything is actually quite banal and obvious. My frail body is lying around with my hands tied behind my back, and I am being kicked, even kicked a couple of times in the crotch…
Barbarians! What about the law on the protection of prisoners? They don't even give me a chance to fight back!
So where did I end up?
Exactly! I was captured, and now I am in our noble police Department. How inhospitable and unprofessional they are, if I could, I would leave them a complaint, because the service here is clearly bad. At this thought, my lips curled into a grin, and a faint laugh escaped from my mouth, yet even in this situation, my wit was still with me.
After all, I am a real joker!
"You're having fun, you bastard!?" it was one of my current "friends" who spoke up: red-haired and lanky. For some reason, he was clearly overly angry with me, acting as bitchy and aggressive as my beloved mother. But unlike her, he would have a much weaker stroke.
"It's no use," said the second, who was short and fat, at least compared to the first. Breathing hard and giving me a few more blows to the ribs, he continued his speech:
"He is clearly a crazy, he not even a squeak, since the moment of detention," with disgust looking at his blood-stained shoe, he, without hesitation, wiped it on my, and so now not beautiful face.
It seems to me that this action has soiled it even more...
Oh, are you surprised by the fact that I don't scream or writhe in excruciating pain, even though I feel it? It's simple: I'm an excellent, fantastic actor! I have my pride! This pride will not allow me to show anything that will please them. In fact, it was very funny, they literally embodied the "thick and thin " archetype. I need to ask my new friend why he's so mad at me. I have confidence that this will make him even angrier.
"Oh... my de...ar friend... Why are you so mad at me? Maybe... If you tell me, we can work out... Our little problem?" though with great difficulty and heavy sighs, but I was able to croak these words.
I really wondered why he disliked me so much. Out of habit, I even tried to smile, but my lips, swollen from blows to the face like two dumplings, did not want to obey at all. And my swollen blue eyes, filled with tears, clearly did not add to my attractiveness.
"You –" his hands began to shake violently, and it seemed as if he would be foaming at the mouth just a little more…
"Yes? My sweet?" well, you see, I don't like to waste other people's time, so maybe I'm just lying here enjoying it, and he's decided to make a banal threatening speech instead of something concrete. Yes, and I wanted to increase his incomprehensible and gratuitous anger. In fact, the sight of his suffering lifted my spirits a little. I love the suffering of others...
Oh, I guess I went a little overboard... The thin man got really angry, grabbed the gun that was sticking out of the holster, and looked at me with wild, dazed eyes.
How can he not take care of himself? A couple of blood vessels in his eyes had obviously burst.
What stupid thoughts come into my head...
His companion did not stand still and was about to run up to him in an obvious attempt to stop him, but he was just a pitiful moment too late...
I looked into his eyes until the very last moment with a smile on my face. Here he slowly pulls out a gun, as if in slow motion I see him pointing it at my face, flash, flash and darkness.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
There was a deafening silence in the room, broken only by the sobs of a broken and devastated police Sergeant who had lost his daughter to a now-dead killer.