His boots clack against the concete. “You can’t hide from me no more!” He shouts practically belching the last few syllables.

I turn. I got about 20 yards on him.

What the fuck! What the actual fuck! How did he find me?

4 years of relative safety, gone in seconds. People told me that when living in Witness Proctection “You’re always looking over your shoulder.” I knew there was a possibility he’d find me. I prepared for it even. But obliviously not well enough.

I dash to towards my pickup only to be greeted by a knife stuck in the front tire. “Shit”.

I turn. “Just leave me alone, Brett? It’s over. You’re free. It’s over!”

Charging like drunken bull, Brett lets out a guttural cry as he tackles me to ground. Grappling around on the grass he wraps his massive hands around my throat.

“Shush now!” Brett says as his eyes widen. “It’ll all be over soon, you little snitch…”

His sweat drips onto my face. I try to grab at his hands but their so sweaty mine slip off. I’d try to push him off me, but he’s such a fat fuck, it futile.

I gasp for air but there’s nothing there. If this is the end… I ain’t going alone.

With the last breath, I wriggle my car keys from my pocket. Brett smirks through his sweat. “You ain’t going for no more joy rides anytime soon, sweetheart.” I turn the fob so that the peculiar bright red light flashes right in Brett’s eyes. His eyes forced to blink, as he turns to me dumbfounded.

“Bye.” Then I press the Panic button.

My pickup explodes.

In a flash, Brett howls as the beautiful yellows, oranges, and reds engulf him.

I smile as I begin to feel the embrace of the the intense heat.

End