Tainted Bullets

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic

My name is Sherrie Dyllinger and I'm one of England's most wanted.
Cover from Pixabay

I pull the trigger. Two shots are heard. Seconds later, the frozen body falls into a brief sitting position then falls backwards while the crimson bullets hit the mirror behind. Shards scatter everywhere on the floor and fresh blood oozes out of the victim's wound onto the navy blue carpet and under the door, reflecting the office white light. The odor of metal can be smelled lingering next to the body.

I always thought it was a satisfying scene watching someone's death, especially if you yourself are the cause. I watch as their skin color become ghostly white while their eyes role back in their sockets. I don't bother closing them, simply because the victim looks much more gruesome in this state with their mouth slightly open, just like a tortured soul. I grin as I put my handgun back in my belt. I turn, look at myself in what is left of the mirror and smile. My name is Sherrie Dyllinger. I have long, straight ginger hair and piercing stormy blue eyes. Apart from being tall, slim, attractive and smart, I am also agile and strong which often comes in use while doing illegal work, in which let me to be one of England's most wanted along with other criminals. Such an honorable title.

I got employed by an important but anonymous man. As they wanted to stay unknown, it was their secretary who told me necessary information through a short  meeting. Though I dislike working for anonymous people and not fully knowing the cause for my actions during the job, the reward for it was so elevated that I simply could not resist the temptation. I was hired to kill five businessmen working for the same scientific research company but in different areas in London. They all were important figures but now four of them are dead and because of it, the security has never been harder to get pass. Luckily my employer has access to all the security programs due to their high status, thus simplifying my penetration into the building.

Until now I had absolutely no problem going in, doing my job, removing any evidence and going out without anyone seeing me. I wanted to keep it that way but as I was going down a large, matte grey hallway, trying to stay in the thin shadows, walking as delicately and subtly as possible towards the door marked "Denis Blackwood" where the soon-to-be corpse was, I heard footsteps coming this way and froze. The secretary had said that at this time the security shift happened and so no one was meant to be here for about three minutes. Quickly I open the door behind me and quietly shut it, turn around and find myself in an office where a visibly overweight man with rectangular glasses and slightly greasy dark grey hair sits looking at me with an inquired look to the reason of my presence. I quickly pull out my handgun and point it at him.

"Zip it or I shoot." I warn sternly.

The man nods vigorously and puts his hands in the air with a panicked look on his face, drops of sweat appearing on his forehead. I roll my eyes at all the drama and listen intensely where I could still hear distant footsteps. Behind me, the man starts breathing heavily while clutching his chest. I shrug and walk out, closing the door behind me, leaving the man to his problems.

Being even more careful than before, I walk on towards the end of the hallway looking at the names on the doors, I approach another hallway on my right and slowly look into it. I saw that no one was there and rapidly move on. Blackwood’s door was at the end of the hallway on the left side with a sign hanging on the door: "Occupied, do not enter". I grin and put my hair in front of my shoulders. Gun ready, finger on the trigger, I slowly enter into the room and close the door behind me.

The room was dimly lit, two light bulbs were broken while there were cracks on the walls. A man in his thirties wearing a dark suit, was hunched over working. When he heard me, his head shot up and he quickly stood up and backed towards the wall, attempting to stay as far away from me. I wondered if he knew guns could hit a target even when they are far.

"Goodnight." I whisper, oh I've always loved this part.

Submitted: September 06, 2015

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Glenn Paul

Hoo boy is she evil. Her description of a kill is riveting. This is fast paced with good descriptions. Be careful of your sentence structure. "An anonymous.." is an unfinished sentence. How does she get away when she is not using a silencer? I look forward to seeing her agility and strength in use. I had to chuckle that she does not see herself as even slightly demented. great character.

Sun, September 6th, 2015 6:59pm


Thanks and I'll see what I can do to improve it.

Sun, September 6th, 2015 12:03pm


Immediately i love Sherrie's "passion" for death and her character. Once again the great descriptive writing hits the spot and that is very useful and powerful in writing death as the soul fades leaving a corpse :)

Wed, September 9th, 2015 3:39am


Thank you sooo much!

Wed, September 9th, 2015 7:43am

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