The day had finally come.  He stood waiting at the alter with a smile upon his face. Not long now, he thought. The appointed time came and passed. He checked his watch and glanced at the entrance when he felt his phone buzzing.  He reached into his pocket and looked at the screen.  An anonymous number.  Despite this, he answered the call. "I'm afraid I have some bad news," spoke the caller on the other line.  

"Are you sure about this?" "Yes." "Are you aware of the consequences?" "Yes." There was a moment's silence before he let out a deep sigh of resignation. "You would do this much for him?" "Yes."  

"Watch out!" He heard the voice call out but it was too late.  His foot slipped and he fell over the edge.  He screamed in terror until he felt arms encircling his small form. "Don't be scared," he heard a voice whisper.  "You're going to be okay." He shut his eyes tight, wanting it to end quickly. There was a loud crash and the sound of bones breaking.  He was no longer falling.  He had landed.  An unexpected soft landing. He slowly opened his

The moment he set foot inside the bar, he was approached by a young man.  Their eyes met for a brief moment.   Without a word, the young man stepped closer, invading his personal space. He was caught by surprise when he felt the young man's lips pressed against his own.  He froze.  Before he could register what was happening, the young man pulled away.  The young man flashed him a smile before rushing over to a table where a group of young men were gathered.  He watched as they exchan

I don't believe in love at first sight.   He stood and looked at the two teenagers who were occupying the swings in the playground.  He had waited patiently, hoping that they would leave so that he could have his turn, however the two teenagers were merely sitting on the swings while laughing and chatting to each other.  He wondered why they did not sit on the bench if they only wanted to sit and chat.  He began to frown and pout.  They saw him standing there and knew

Ding Dong! He opened the door and stared in surprised at the sight that greeted him.  There, stood a woman whom he thought he would never see again.  The woman flashed him a smile.  His eyes narrowed, unimpressed. "Wow!  This place is so big!" exclaimed an excited voice. It was only then that he looked down beside the woman and noticed the little boy standing beside her with a backpack on his back and a lollipop in his mouth.  The boy could not have been more than seve

He let out a deep sigh as he peered down into the dark and murky water below.  After a moment's contemplation, he finally grabbed the guardrail and began to climb over. "Don't do it!" he heard a voice shout out. Before he even had time to react, he felt arms encircling his waist from behind.  The arms clung to him and refused to let go.  He was too stunned to protest as he felt himself being pulled away from the edge of the bridge. "Please don't do it," the voice plead

He raced up the seemingly endless flights of stairs.  Tired and exhausted yet he could not afford to stop.  He glanced at the next number on the wall as he passed.  Level 18.  He forced himself to keep climbing. As he neared the top, a gun shot rang out.  He froze.  A terrible thought rushed through his mind at that moment. He frantically rushed up the remaining flights of stairs until he reached the exit.  He drew out his gun and pushed the doors open.  He stepped out onto th

He threw the stack of photos on the table and glanced at the older man, eager to see his reaction. The man's eyes narrowed as he glanced at the photos.  "What is this?"  "Who would've thought that a boring old man like you could be so interesting," he commented with a mocking smile. "What do you want?" the man asked. He smirked.  "I want you." The man was caught off guard by the boy's response.  He looked at the boy in surprise.  After a brief moment, h

The door clicked open.  He immediately turned his head in the direction of the sound.  His eyes gleamed with delight upon seeing the figure stepping out from the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around his waist. A wide grin spread across his face when the figure approached him.  He did not resist when the figure pushed him down onto the bed and climbed on top of him, straddling his waist.  He grinned with excitement.  He was going to enjoy this. He let his hands wander agai

In the stillness of the night, all he could hear was the sound of water splashing against his skin.  He closed his eyes and let out a sigh, allowing the water to wash away the dirty stains on his body.  He enjoyed the relaxing atmosphere until he heard the sound of the bathroom door opening.  Though the intruder was careful not to make a sound, he could hear the faint steps approaching closer and the sound of clothes being tossed aside.  Moments later, the shower door opened.  He let out a fr

And then there was silence. The screams and sounds of metal ripping through flesh finally came to a stop.  Uncontrollable tears strolled down my face but I dared not utter a sound.   Why was this happening? The footsteps approached closer.  I clasped a hand over my mouth to stop myself from crying out. Please God, don't let them find me.  

His eyes narrowed as he stared at the face in front of him.  He gripped the knife in his hand and ran his fingers along the blade.  Without warning, he plunged the knife straight through the face staring back at him. "Did you think you could escape that easily?" He smirked as he pulled the knife out from the wall, letting the photo drop to the floor.  

Music filled the dimly lit club as all eyes focused on the figure on the podium in the centre of the room.  His body moved provocatively to the beat, enticing the audience to their lips with lust.  He smirked upon seeing them all pull out their wallets and waved the money in their hands, vying for his attention.   He glanced at them all and slowly made his way towards the man with a thick wad of cash in his hand.  He stopped in front of the man, close enough to allow the man to s

Once upon a time, I was the hunter. Now, I am the hunted. If I had the choice again, I would still choose you.  

Blood trickled down the side of his mouth but he ignored it.  He looked at the familiar faces staring back at him.  Hatred etched upon their faces as they gripped their weapons, ready to strike him down.  Bleeding and exhausted, he knew he could not defeat them all but he maintained his composure.  They slowly advanced on him, knowing that there was nowhere left for him to run. "All this because of him, is he worth it?" one of them asked. He smirked at the one who had asked hi

"Get off of me!" he cried out while struggling furiously at the arms which held him down.  "What are you doing?" His attacker smirked.  "What does it look like I'm doing?" His eyes widened in shock when he felt rough lips pressed against his.  He felt a wet tongue force it's way into his mouth.  He struggled with all his strength but was helpless against those strong arms and the heavy body on top of him.  In a desperate attempt, he bit down hard, causing his attacker to break

His heartbeat quickened when he saw the man reach for the sword.  He panicked, realising what the man was about to do.  He did not want to see the man hurt.  He did not want this to happen.  With tears strolling down his face, he pleaded for the man to stop but his words were not heeded. The man looked at him and smiled.  "I would do anything for you." His eyes widened in horror when the blade came down with a mighty swoop.  He felt his heart skip a beat.  He was frozen in sho

His books dropped to the floor as he was shoved aside to make way for the group coming down the hallway.  He stumbled back against the wall, watching in silent as the group trampled on his books without a care.  They passed by him, oblivious to his presence.   He waited patiently for the last person to walk by, but he was caught by surprise when the boy came to a stop.  He was even more shocked when the the boy bent down and picked up the books scattered on the floor.  He could sen

He stood under the pouring rain as it soaked him to the skin.  He was in too much pain to care.  He could withstand any kind of pain but this was unbearable.  He felt like a thousand blades had pierced his heart.  It hurt.  It hurt a great deal but there was nothing he could do.  He was only grateful for the rain. He closed his eyes only to open them moments later when he felt the rain stop.  He was surprised when he found a man standing beside him holding an umbrella that sheltered b

His eyes widened in horror when he saw the flash of steel under the moonlight.  He struggled furiously to break free from the ropes which bound his arms and legs until his wrists started bleeding but it proved futile.  He tried to call out, to warn him, but it was too late.   He heard the sound of steel tearing through fabric and ripping through flesh.  He shook his head in disbelief as he looked at the one he loved.  Their eyes met for a brief moment.  He saw blood trickle d

What should I do? I've done something that I swore I would never do again.  Tell me, what should I do?  

They saw him.  Their eyes widened in surprise and confusion.  Before they could question what was going on, he raised the sword in his hand and slashed their throats.  Their lifeless bodies dropped to the floor. He kicked open the door, startling his victim inside. "What are you doing here?" his victim asked before noticing the two bodies on the floor behind him.  Panic kicked in.  "What's going on?" Without responding, he raised his sword and approached his victim, wh

All was quiet.  The only thing he could hear was his own breathing.  His eyes scanned the bloodied bodies on the ground.  He stood in silence for a few moments before he slowly sheathed his sword and turned to walk away. After several steps, he froze.  The faint sound of a voice groaning in pain had him turning back.  He headed in the direction where the sound was coming from.  He came to a stop beside the bloodied figure on the ground. He stood contemplating for a moment.

He came to a sudden halt when he saw the group of men blocking his path.  He glanced around and realised that he was surrounded.  There was nowhere to run. One figure stepped forward.  "We finally found you.  Looks like your luck's run out." He glanced at the child in his arms, seemingly oblivious to what was going on.  "Do you want to see a magic trick?" he asked the child. The child's eyes lit up with anticipation and nodded his head. He smiled at the c

He gasped, taking in a deep breath.  When he finally came to, he felt something soft pressed to his mouth.  He could feel his back lying on the cold hard ground.  The back of his head hurt and his whole body ached all over.  He tried to recall what had happened.  The last thing he remembered was being on the roof. When realisation kicked in, his eyes jolted open.  He was startled when he found himself staring into the eyes of a stranger.  It took him a few seconds longer to notice

The boy closed his eyes as the sharp steel came crashing down towards him.  He knew that it would be painful but the pain would only last a moment and then it would all be over.  He would not have to worry about anything anymore.  A brief smile spread on his lips at that thought as he braced himself.  He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, determined not to cry out. An agonising scream echoed across the night sky.  He was startled when he realised that the voice was not his o

"Watch out!" He looked back upon hearing someone call out.  The next thing he knew, he was pushed to the ground, lying flat on his back with a body landing on top of him.  He stared up at the man and gasped in surprise when he noticed the close proximity of their faces.  For a moment, the world turned silent and all they could hear was the beating of their hearts. A little boy ran over and picked up the ball which had landed on the ground beside them.  He stood and looked

"Die!" He looked in the direction of the voice and saw a man charging towards him with a machete in his hand.  Despite seeing the oncoming threat, he continued to step out of the car where a youth stood waiting.  The youth glanced up from the PSP in his hand for a split second and saw the armed man rushing at them but he ignored him and continued playing his game. Just as the chauffeur closed the car door, the armed man struck his machete at the two figures standing beside

All was quiet. He sat there, with hands and feet bound tight to the chair.  His duct taped mouth made it impossible for him to scream for help.  The blindfold over his eyes, concealed his sight.  He had no idea where he was.   As he sat wondering if anyone would ever find him, he heard the sound of footsteps approaching.  He felt a presence close to him as the footsteps stopped right in front of him.  He started to panic, wondering if this was the end. After the b