Prologue
The man staggered into his bedroom, bleeding from a gun shot wound in his right shoulder. He slammed the door and locked it with shivering hands. He knew this was of no use, one blow from his pursuer and the door would give away under his immense strenght. So he ran to his cupboard, opened it and took out his shotgun, a pistol and some ammo. Placing the pistol behind him, in his trousers, he ran to the open window and threw his shotgun over. As he was about to jump off himself, the door opened with a deafening bang. He heard a bullet whiz past his ear as he leaped out, landing on a heap of dry leaves. He painfully got up, grabbed his shotgun and scrambled to get cover in his garage.
He slid into his Skoda, with his gun on his lap, slammed the gas pedal hard. The car screeched out of its shelter, drifting sidewise onto his driveway. Bullets riddled his car as he sped onto the main street. He heard a heavy SUV rumbling behind him. Then, BANG BANG BANG, he ducked as a volley of bullets hamered his car from the rear. He pulled up his shotgun, loaded it, held it out the window and fired. He glanced in the rearview mirror and saw the Toyota swerving to his left. He accelerated, speeding at an excess of 150 km/h, trying to outrun his pursuers. They raced through the empty streets of Hyderabad, with not a soul in sight at 2 in the morning. He pushed his car to its extreme, but the Toyota was powerful enough to keep up. He stole another glance at his mirrors and saw the Toyota inching closer, he cursed his car for not going faster even as its engine whined in complaint. It drew up along his side and WHAM, it rammed into the tail end of his car. It sent him spinning out of control, wrestling madly with the steering, he bought it to a stop at a corner of the road.
He recovered from the shock quickly enough and slammed his gas pedal again, but the car barely moved, even though the engine reved at its max, he desperately kept at it. It was a few seconds before he realised that his car was stuck in loose mud, and that his wheels were spinnig, unable to move due to lack of traction. The few seconds cost him his life. It happened quickly, another SUV rammed hard into his car just as the other one was turning around. The impact sent his car flying into the woods that ran alongside the road. He felt as though his body was being seperated into different parts. His head hit the steering wheel just before the airbags inflated. His right hand was crushed as the car slid into a tree. Blinking blood out of his eyes, he tried to see around. He felt his gun in his hands. Choosing a sharp edge, he deflated the airbags. Gun in hand, he waited, unable to move much due to his injured hands. He swore, promising himself he'd take as many people as he could with him as he died. He never got a chance. The next moment, a volley of automatic rounds burst through his windshield, marking his body with gaping holes. He tried to stay conscious, but realised it was easier to drift of to sleep. He smiled to himself, thinking about the one greedy stupid mistake that had cost him his life. He passed on, with the smile still etched on his face.
The men in dark suits moved in cautiously, which wasn't required. As they approached the car, it became clear that its occupant was dead. They all relaxed and moved closer. A large man replaced his pistol back in its holster, and peered at the dead man's face. He noticed the smile, smiling to himself, he muttered silently " I know what you're laughing about Vick." As he moved closer, he muttered to the the dead body, " But why did you do it?" he asked as silent tears rolled down his cheeks " It was stupid. It was stupid" he cried. The other men around him shuffled about, avoiding the large man. They moved around the car, preparing to clear any evidences of foul play. The next day, the newspapers would report it as another accident.This is a new story, completely unrelated to silent kills. I started this as I have planned this better, so, how was it???
