The day Death went away Chapter 1 Mark

Mark Fallen could not believe what he was seeing, the gun was pointed directly at him. Mark knew he had about fifteen maybe twenty seconds left to live. In that time Mark thought about how maybe he deserved this. After all he not had done much with his life up to this point. He was unemployed, he had been for some time now. He'd cut off communication with his family; he liked his own space. He liked not having to talk to other people, they just irritated him. He always hated how people would try to make conversation with him. It would always be awkward the pathetic small talk. They would say such things as. 

“How are you today Mark.”

“Great weather today don’t you think."

“What you been up to lately Mark.”

Mark would reply but he always tried to make it as short as possible. Just so he could get away from this sad attempt to try and communicate with him. Even his family would try asking the same things. Mark did not really pay them any mind. He said the odd thing here and there to them but mostly he like to spend time in his room. Mark liked it this way His room was his sanctuary away from the world. He would sit in his room playing computer games and writing story’s. He loved writing stories. All the control he had with his words he created a world that he could escape to. One much more interesting than his life. He could be an action hero, a bounty hunter in space, or even a ladies’man.This was all at the command of his hand.  

However now as Mark stood on the bridge he was none of those things. He was a scared 18 year old starring into the barrel of a gun. He wondered about the time his mother offered to sign him up for karate lessons, if he had just taken them lessons maybe he could have defended himself or disarmed the gun from this man’s shaking hands.  He could not see the man’s face, he had one of them ski marks on his face. It was not black though it was blinding cheery yellow colour. Which Mark found ironic concerning the situation he was in. 

“I can’t let you live, you have seen too much, I can’t have any loose ends, you will run and tell the police about me.” 

Mark was shaking no words were coming out of his mouth. How much longer would it be before this guy pulls the trigger? He knew Mark had seen him shot another man in cold blood then drop the body over the bridge. Mark wondered if had just walked the same way as everyone else instead of taken shortcuts would he be in this predicament.  

“Any last words mate?” He found it funny that the last words he would hear were these. No one ever bothered to call him a mate or a friend but then again he did not ever want any friends. Friends just annoyed him. Mark stood there as the rain started to fall onto his black coat. looking into the man’s eyes though two holes the man had curdle cut out the ski mask. The man’s left eye was twitching a lot.

“Well are you bloody gunna say something or not!” Mark did not speak as he heard the man pull back the safety on the gun still pointing it at his chest. His whole body was shaking he was truly scared. He wished right now more than anything that he was in one of his stories. But he knew this was not the case. For the first time in his life he had regrets he wanted to change. He knew he was never going to experience life. He wondered what it would be like to have friends, to fall in love with someone, to get to know his family more. None of it seemed to matter to Mark up till now but now they were the most important thoughts in his head. 

“I am sorry kid times up.”
The man pressed his finger on the trigger the bullet short out quicker than his eyes could see it. Mark felt a sharp stab in his chest. He heard a pop inside him the built had collided with his heart. His legs gave way as he fell on to the concrete. A pool of blood was forming all around him as it seep’s out of his chest. He could feel the blood running down his chest from within his shirt onto the bridge. Mark knew there was no chance of calling for help or even seeing this event as no one walks this way. It was rare to see more than five people walk across this bridge a week.

Marks head was tilted to the side he got a good look at the man’s shoes. They too were also a bright colour they did not match the circumstances at all. They were bright neon green shoes glowing in the rain. If this man did not want to be seen he was doing a poor job of it.

“Sorry kid it’s nothing personal you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.” Mark could feel his body shutting down the world around him was fading his eyes were getting heavier. All the sounds around him were distant. As if he was hearing everything from across a room. The sound of a running river below the bridge was the last sound he could hear as he felt his body hit the water. The man had flung his body over the bridge just like he had done with the other body. Marks life was as good as over now he could still feel the current pulling him down the river. He shut his eyes hoping he would black out before he drowned. Would it do any good to call for help with what little energy he had left? He knew there was a hole in his heart. The blood was being mixed with the water. He could see the trail of blood following around him in the water. Mark felt the back of his head bash against a rock he was knocked unconscious, he submerge under the rushing river.