His Own

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is basically my maiden and amateurish attempt at a short story. Hope the people reading it like it. I can't say what it is about because that would ruin the story to an extent.

Submitted: May 11, 2011

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The man loaded his 9mm gun with a bullet. He knew that one bullet would be enough to kill his victim. Taking out a cigarette from his breast pocket, the man held it near a small candle, which was the only source of light in an otherwise dark room. He puffed at it a couple of times and then looked at his victim. The latter was tall, on the fair side with black hair neatly trimmed. He was even a touch handsome. Pity he had to go really. The man looked at his victim and spoke, \"You're nothing, you know that? Nothing but trouble to this world. People would be better off without you. Who would care if a person like you died?\" He started laughing. \"You know what? Even your name says, no wait, spells out that you are worthless. Martin Pennyworth! Haha! Exactly what you are! Just worthy of a penny. I mean, who would care if a penny went missing? Hahaha!!\" The entire room was filled with the man's laughter. \"Your name?\" said Officer Brown. \"Robert Smith, sir.\" \"Very well, take a seat and let's begin.\" Robert pulled a chair and sat down before Officer Brown. \"How long have you known Martin Pennyworth?\" \"Ever since my childhood. I mean, I've known him practically all my life. We've always been good friends.\" \"I see. What can you tell us about him?\" \"Well sir, he was a very nice person at heart. Always putting himself before others, very caring, very friendly. All of us at school used to call him the 'do-gooder.' And he was a fantastic sportsman. Football, cricket, hockey, you name it, he has won it for the school. He even--\" \"Sir, when we asked you that, we didn't mean his achievements. Did he have any enemies? Any grudges? Any problems at work?\" Robert thought for a moment. \"No sir, none that I'm aware of.\" \"Then why do you reckon such a thing happened?\" \"Well, there was one particular incident----\" \"You've always been selfish! Always thought about yourself! What have you done for your friends? Huh? Do you even have any? And your family? The family which you murdered? What wrong did they ever do to you? Your wife, your two daughters, were they that much of a burden that you had to kill them? The worst part is, you made it seem like an accident. So that no one would suspect you. You think you're very clever don't you? Well you won't be thinking at all after I kill you tonight...\" \"--which, sort of, changed him. He became different after that. You see, he and his family went out for this party one night and things got messy, there was an argument about his wife. I'm not exactly sure of the details, he never told me. From what he told me, his wife was constantly asking him to calm down, his daughters were scared, but he wouldn't listen. He stormed out of the place and drove off. On their way back, they had an accident. He was the only survivor.He kept cursing himself for being the survivor. He kept blaming himself for his family's murder. All of his friends, including me, tired to make him understand, but in vain. Eventually, he withdrew himself from us, from the world. We had all offered our hospitality but he simply thanked us and walked away, started living on his own..\" The man pressed the tip of his cigerette hard on the ashtray and left it. \"The time has come Martin.\" He lifted the gun and aimed it at his victim's forehead. He had a cold look in his eyes. The kind of look which a man has only when he wants to end a life that badly. He pulled the trigger. The sound of the gunshot seemed to linger in the air for a while before disappearing completely. Martin Pennyworth, tall, handsome, with neatly trimmed hair lay on the floor in a pool of blood, with a gun in one hand. The mirror which he was talking to seemed so alive just moments before. But now, it was just glass. Robert controlled his tears. \"He often used to talk about suiciding. I didn't think he would actually do it. No one did. But I guess...it was only a matter of time before he became his own victim.\" There was a moment's silence. Then Officer Brown spoke. \"That will be all, thank you.\"


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