Intellix Stories - Retribution | A Short Story | Thriller | Suspense | Interpret the ending #Story #Writing # Shortstory # suspense

On a night like this he would not have been out but tonight it was

different. Tonight he was a man on a mission. He moved swiftly

through the empty streets as the clock struck one. He moved through

the shadows like a ghost to maintain minimal presence and contact.

After fifteen minutes he finally reached his destination. The tall dark

apartment in front of him with the eerie silence bound along with it

sent a shiver down his spines. He loved watching horror movies, but

this was a different experience for him altogether. However he could

not just turn back and run away. His life depended on the task that he

had come to complete.

He entered the apartment and moved up to the third floor swiftly in

the dark. He moved up to the door and stood in front of it silently

while putting his gloves on. When he felt convinced that no one was

around, he slowly turned the door knob. The lock had already been

decommissioned during his last visit. The door opened with a creaking

sound which seemed to be enough to even awaken the undead. He

sneaked into the room like a silent assassin and slowly moved forward

towards the bedroom. The lack of light did not affect him at all as he

slowly moved forward avoiding any collision with the

furniture. After all he had been there just a few hours ago.

He slowly pushed the door open. 

The room still possessed the sweet fragrance of the perfume she had put up that night. 

He slowly moved towards the bed where he had left her. He had to find his revolver

before the police came up. He tried to switch on the lights only to

realize that he had himself put the entire building into darkness during

his last visit. On bended knees he started searching the floor for his

gun. He had dropped it right there beside the bed after shooting

her; yet it was nowhere to be found. 

He started sweating, something must have gone horribly wrong. 

She had promised that she would come back to avenge his betrayal and hunt him the same way. 

He could suddenly feel a warm breath on his shoulder and the fragrance

of the perfume getting stronger. As he looked up, the cold barrel of

the revolver touched his forehead. 

A shot ended it all.