Chapter 1
"I love you."
That was the first time that she said it, and the last. I held her hand as she lay there, dying. I watched as all the blood drained out her body. Nothing would stop the bleeding. Her eyes, usually a bright green, lost all signs of the soul that used to inhabit her. I stroked her beautiful, blonde hair, unable to keep from crying as my one true love laid dying in front of me. Her life ended from a gamble I played.
That was one year ago. I still mourn her death. I have tried to move on to another girl, but I can't. She was my life, my Maria. A gamble. A foolish gamble that ended in death. How dumb I was! How I still feel a pang of guilt in my heart every time I think about it. Just a foolish gamble...
Tyler asked, "Hey, David, want to make a bet?"
"Sure, bro, what is it?" I replied.
"I bet you can't kiss Maria before the next week."
"I bet I can."
"If you win, she will be your wife. If you lose, however, she dies."
I thought about this for a minute and then shook Tyler's hand. "It's a deal," I said, unconcerned.
Tyler grinned and finally bursted out laughing, "A wonderful deal it may be."
A gamble of her life for her love. I thought that I could win her heart easily. She ignored me until her dying day. What made her profess her love to me then is still unknown to me today. If she had just said it to me a day earlier, she would've still have been alive. I still would've been able to kiss her warm lips, able to feel her silky hair. Tyler, my best friend, killed her. I have searched for him everywhere, but he is nowhere to be found. Perhaps he knows what lies in store for him when I finally find him. I will relish his screams, make his pain last longer than Mar-
A knock on the door brought me to the present. I sit in my office, a broken pencil in my hand. I don't remember holding a pencil, nevertheless breaking one. Again, someone knocks on my door. I yell "Come in" and see who it is.
A darkskinned man enters. He carries a black velvet suitcase in his hand. His features are hard to see, for a hood covers his face from view. He must be the undercover spy that I had hired earlier that year to look for Tyler. My hand clinches unconsciously at the thought of him. That backstabbing murder-
"Sir, I have located Tyler's location," he says.
This brings me out of my thoughts. "You have? Well, that's a first. Most spies I hire take the money and run away. So, where is he?" I ask, unable to hide my glee at the prospect of revenge.
"He hides in Arkansas. In a small town called Lincoln. He occupies a house there, unknown to his neighbors. He is alone most of the time and hardly leaves the house."
"Has he changed much? Remember, I gave you a picture of him."
"No, he looks exactly the same."
"Good, good. That will make it easier to identify him when I go, ah, meet him again." I hold out my hand. It gets shook and the spy leaves me to my thoughts.
So, Tyler is in Arkansas, eh? He can't escape my wrath forever. He will pay for his crime. How stupid is he, to think that he is safe. How stupid to think he can hide from me forever. Well, he has another thing coming to him.
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