Tonight was
said to be the darkest night our city would see in years, and it certainly seemed
to be true. The moon was black and hidden from sight; the thick heavy rain clouds
rolling in to block out any other illumination that might be trying to shine
through; the rolling power outages darkening what few street lamps there were
out in the housing districts. The officials had warned that citizens should not
wander outside tonight. The risks were too high, the payout too little, they
said, especially with the rise in the crime rate recently. But the darkness was
just what I had needed to accomplish my goal here tonight. The risk might be
high, but we had to take that chance to set things right again.
It’s really too
bad things did not go as planned.
Everything was
going just perfect. There were no bumps, no detours, no last minute changes.
Nothing was going wrong. My plan was flawless. Or, so I thought. That,
unfortunately, all changed in half a heartbeat. Just that split second, and
everything changed. Everything went downhill, racing down the dark abyss of
despair and fear that arises in moments like these.
My partner,
thankfully, managed to escape, to get away before they caught on her. She had
no choice. She had to leave me behind or risk punishment herself. So now, I’m
the one who gets to pay for our miscreant deeds tonight. The price, however, is
a bit on the steep side.
I’ll be lucky
if I get to see another dawn.
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