The Alley By: Nick Roberts

The Alley      By: Nick Roberts

I sat there looking at my mutilated body. How could someone do so much damage to one physical object? All I did was take a short-cut down one freaking alley and boom. I end up dead? I was horrified when I figured out that I had died and was staring at my own body, but now that I’ve gathered my thoughts and have come to grips with the situation, I’m on a mission. A mission to find my killer. All I remember is being hit with something heavy. Maybe a metal bat. I came in and out of consciousness and then it just went dark. And then I was watching my killer bolting down the fluorescent-lit drive. I couldn’t have even comprehended running after him because I was so shocked as to what happened. And when I had focused myself on what happened it was too late to go after him. And what good would it do? I’m dead! What am I going to do? Go up to him and trip him? I had to make up my mind. And fast. So I did. I would find my killer. And not only would I find him, I was gonna make him regret ever even stepping on a bug. Because anyone who ends a life needs their own to be tortured.

I went over my last few days trying to think of anything that may have upset anyone enough to kill me but I’m pretty sure I didn’t do anything that bad. Working as a computer doctor doesn’t really cause any big fights. The occasional annoying customer who thinks he knows even more about fixing computers than you do, but nothing serious.

After thinking through every conversation I’ve had in the past week and not coming up with anything I decided to go searching for my killer. But then I realized that I never actually saw his face. I don’t know what I’m looking for and I will probably never see him again.

I went back to the crime scene looking for any evidence of who it might have been. And then, out of the dark came a tall man in a black hoodie. He walked right through me and disappeared into the bushes. Along came another man in a green T-shirt and a white hoodie. He was walking along when the man who had been hiding in the bushes jumped out and started beating the poor guy to death. So I did the only thing I could do. I went over to try to stop it. But I couldn’t physically stop him. But I could stop him one other way. I walked up to the man who was killing all these people and grabbed his throat. And he stopped. He dropped the bat and started rising into the air. Being choked by the last man he killed. And it would be the last man he killed. Because how can you kill… if you’re dead?