Running Girl Part 3

By Joseph Logsdon

Out of options, Agnes decided to take control of the situation. She kicked the man in the stomach, causing him to fall on his knees. Realizing that she was a criminal, Agnes left the saloon. One way or another, she would make it to the courthouse. She couldn't explain it, but somehow, she knew that the diamond was meant to go there. She ran, trotted, and scurried. Finally, after hours of walking, she was inside the courthouse. Before she could proceed, a man grabbed her shoulder.

"Mrs. Freedom, I need you to come with me," he stated.

"Why do people keep saying that to me?"

"He's expecting you," he stated.

"Who's expecting me?"

"The one with all the answers," he stated.

"If this is another trick, I'll fucking kill you," she threatened.

"He's waiting," the man hissed.

As much as she wanted to turn back, Agnes knew that someone owed her an explanation. Wanting to discover the truth, Agnes followed the man to the basement of the courthouse. The pain she felt was, at the very least, unsettling. She knew, even if she pretended that she didn't, that something was terribly wrong. The basement was, to a degree, damp and full of darkness as she walked through the door. Before she could take another step, the man disappeared. Seemingly, she was alone, but after several quiet minutes, a familiar voice spoke to her.

"Hello, Mrs. Freedom," Vincent Lorre stated.

"Vincent, I thought you were dead," she replied.

"There is no death, only life," he hissed.

"How are you still alive?"

"Well, since it was too risky for me to deliver the diamond myself, I decided to have you do it," he laughed.

"Why?"

"Because no one would ever suspect a beautiful woman of carrying a bomb," he stated.

"Are you saying, that all this time, I was carrying a bomb around the city?"

"Well, it certainly wasn't a fucking Christmas card," he laughed.

"How did you manage to fake your own death?"

"Well, that's not important, is it?"

"You know, I guess not," she replied.

"Let's face it, you're trapped, Mrs. Freedom. All my life, I've wanted to kill those fucking politicians, but until I met you, I never had the opportunity. Now, you're on your knees, scratching your head. Let me tell you something, it's people like you who deserve to die. Instead of trying to make your marriage work, you deserted your husband. That, in my book, is fucking disgusting."

"How do you know about my marriage?"

"I know everything about you, Agnes. You were, without a doubt, the only one for this job. Look on the bright side, at least you won't have to remember your pathetic husband. Once that bomb goes off, you'll forget everything. Now, is that a blessing, or isn't it?"

"You're fucking insane," she screamed.

"Farewell, Mrs. Freedom," he laughed.

Vincent's voice echoed, but eventually, it could no longer be heard. Desperate and alone, Agnes tried to leave the basement. At any moment, the bomb could go off. With luck on her side, Agnes managed to get out of the basement, but when she reached the lobby, her fate, as well as the fate of everyone in the building, was sealed. The bomb went off, killing everyone inside the building.

The End