Zero: A Short Story

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I took a final puff on my cigarette and flicked it, using my forefinger and thumb, onto the driveway of number forty-nine Flag Crescent. I made my way up the sloped driveway towards the two storey wooden flat, it wasn’t much but was an easy target. I had looked for cameras and security devices in the final hours of that afternoon and decided to launch my attack early this morning, luckily, there were not any cameras. There does not seem to be any lights on in the house and to my surprise, the door was unlocked and swaying open in the cool morning breeze, it made it much easier for me to take what I needed and leave. I wanted to show her that I could do anything he could, he took her from me, and left me with nothing. I was going to get her …show more content…

All of a sudden the floorboards cracked and the man chasing me had fallen through the floor. When I looked down all I saw was darkness, but that was when the lights in the hallway came on and the man had been impaled on one of the shattered floorboards. Only then had I realised that this entire time I had tears rolling down my face and I suddenly felt awfully sick in the stomach and my body felt saw. I needed to leave, I headed towards the staircase to make my way down, but as I did this, the front door slammed shut. A large man holding a butcher’s knife in both hands stood before me and the front door. They started walking up the stairs, I tried to move but I was stuck in a state of shock. When they reached me they raised the butcher’s knife to my throat and whispered in my ear “Tell anyone about this place and we’ll make money out of your body too”. I gulped, and tried to respond but I was frozen in fear. They walked past me, and once I had regained myself, I left through the front door. When I got home I took the bag off of my back and had a cigarette to recollect myself and started planning for when I would burn down the

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