Music discs filled the shelves, causing Elli J. McClaine’s left hand to twitch. She held it still at the wrist with her right hand, looking away from the discs with purpose. She had promised Keifer. She couldn’t give in to her temptation. She turned toward th next shelf and froze. Nearly two hundred dollars worth of makeup littered the little hooks in the walls, and her left eye winked involutarily. Free prospects were scattered before her, ripe for the taking… then, again reminded of her promise, Elli sighed and looked away.
“Good job, Elli. You passed the test,” said a tall, open-faced man who was standing at the end of the isle of merchandise. Elli looked at him, eyes wide with wonderment.
“John!” she exclaimed, shaking her head with horror. She straightened and glanced around for an exit. ”I… I thought you were dead.” Elli’s hand began to shake again as she spotted the dark glint of a gun underneath the man’s dark leather jacket. She crouched to run.
“Going somewhere, Ells? I think not.” He laughed, and snapped his fingers. Two men suddenly appeared at the previously open end of the isle. John smoothed his bright blonde hair back, seeming suave and graceful as he did so. “You know,” He said, looking into Elli’s eyes, “I really did love you toward the middle of all of this.” Slowly, he reached inside his jacket and slid the gun from the belt of his levi’s.
Elli stepped back a little. “Don’t lie to me like that, John. I know what you had been planning to do to us. What you had planned from the beginning of it all.” John’s eyes widened, but then hardened again, sharper and more focused than before.
“So. You know now, huh? Well. Tell me what you think you know.”
Elli hesitated at the quiet anger in his voice, but only a moment. She began to relay how she had found the “Love Letter” to Anne in his bullet-barraded desk drawer, how she had read it, revolted by the sinister, passionate tone of the writing. She then avoided the dinner party and had hidden while Keifer had stobbornly decided to attend. Only hours later she got the call that her beloved partner and fiance` had been shot dead in the street a mere five minutes away.
“After that, I ran.” She finished, praying for a way out of the situation. John gestured to the men at the end of the isle to walk away, and then looked back to Elli.
“You changed your name, changed your look…” He lifted up one of her tight brunette curls and dropped it back to her shoulder, and stroked her ivory skin, looking deeply into her hazel eyes. “…You were a hard woman to find, Ells.” He raised the gun to Elli’s forehead, and the cold cylinder touched her clammy skin. She did her best not to flinch as he began to pull the trigger. She clasped her eyes shut.
“For what it’s worth, John…”She muttered, helpless tears cascading down her cheek. “I loved you, too.” Her left hand stopped trembling, and her stomach tightened in anxiety.
The next thing heard was BANG, then the world went black on Elli J. McClaine.
I love to write, and I aspire to read and write fanfictions of my own book, heheh! I love Jehovah God, and want to write noble novels which state simple truths of His Word. :) Like beautiful similes and intricate plot lines that make the reader yearn for more! 