Goodbye Keeley

The breathing of the figure was heavy as they hid in the shadows. They knew she’d be passing this way very soon. Keeley wasn’t a traitor. Not in the sense the other two were but she still had to vanish. Still had to have her life extinguished.

They watched her leave the small library, a paperback safely tucked under her arm as she checked the road before starting to cross. She was in her own little world. (She was always in her own little world).

They had not doubts that the book was a Stephen King. A book of horror. They grinned to themselves as they realised that what was happening here was like a very bad horror movie. A group of friends slowly being picked off one by one…

No motive.

They were a nice group of people. Kept to themselves. Never hurt anyone. Apart from those inside their group that is.

Without even trying to be Hayley and Ellie were the upper figures. They had control. They had the power. It probably pissed the others off but that wasn’t going to stop the patterns of life. Hayley was too headstrong to care and Ellie could get rather stroppy if pushed…

The weaker characters just bowed down at their feet, never appearing to care that they were constantly being stepped on. Trod on. Pushed down. Their points of view constantly crushed and not given the daylight they deserved…

It was time that they stood up to them.

But off that thought and on to the moment that they were waiting for.

Keeley’s mother (such a sweet, caring woman) had always warned her not to walk down the long dark alley. It might be a shortcut but you never knew who or what you would walk into on a dark night. (Me the figure thought laughing silently). She never listened. She thought she knew best.

All teenagers know best.

She stepped into the alley and walked down, her eyes on the path in front of her as she clung to the book afraid to lose it.

The dark figure jumped out in front of her, a small pistol being aimed at her. “Hello Keeley…” The voice drawled and the way her eyes widened with recognition made the figure just chuckle warmly. “I hate to do this but…” They drawled before shrugging.

Their finger pressed the trigger.

A bang echoed down the alley.

Blood came out of the hole in Keeley’s chest. Her eyes saddened at the thought of beytrayal. She’d trusted them…

Her body slumped to the floor slowly and the assailant backed down the alley, the gun still out in case anyone jumped out at them.

The gun would be found later in a dustbin.

No fingerprints. No sweat. No idea of who was the owner. No evidence at all.