The doors opened and the little bell tinkled. I sat back keeping my eyes shut with the cup in front of me with my hands upon it. Foot-steps scattered everywhere as if people were running. The doors slammed open again and again repeatedly with the bell jingling annoyingly after it. Then sudden silence.
My eyes fluttered open to a gun in my face. Great, just great… “Get out,” a male voice spoke firmly, “get out before I kill you.” A smirk twitched at the edge of my lips as a soft chuckle rose in my chest. “I said get out!” the male cocked the gun, his hands shaking vigorously. He’s nervous, what a fool…
I quickly reached up and grabbed the gun forcing it from his hand by snapping his wrist. As I rose to my feet I kicked his out from under him. All of which in a split second. Stomping down on his ankle, I heard it snap. My finger didn’t hesitate as I pulled back the trigger sending the bullet into his skull. I let the gun slip from my fingers as I sat back down to finish my drink. Kikiomi’s gaze dropped to the dead body then to my face. Seconds ago she was about to get robbed. Before she could even blink, he was dead.
I set a ten on the table, got up and left. Sirens filled the street as the police and ambulance sped down it. As they passed my hands went into my pockets. They’ll never find the killer/hero, looking down I brought my hand out of my pocket and stared at my palm, no finger prints…