MURDER. TRIGGERS

I slink to the floor, still hugging the torn helms of the upper parts of my dress, sucking back the tears and the pain from my soiled sore face. It's scorching terribly, and I can't even attempt to dry the tears as that will amount to more irritation.

No sound is heard in the entire hall except for the passive peace-wrecking clicks of Ajay's strides towards me. Everyone is perched on their seats, and the menacing screaming lull makes me wonder if they are even breathing.

After a long moment according to my apprehensive self, Ajay's imprints halt before me. My head is hunched down, and all I can see are his feet. I am frightened to death, not so much for myself but for this moron who awoke this monster's demons. I know I said I won't be credible for what Ajay will do to him, but it was fury speaking for me at that time.

Still mulling over what sort of cruel fate awaits the man, I feel something cloak around my shoulders. I look up, and meet the face of Ajay so close to mine. His ice-bleeding countenance is brutally atrocious than terror itself. His eyes are something I can't stand even for a second. The redness in them fused with their usual scary grey color gives them the look of an enraged ruthless serial killer.

He finishes wrapping his coat around me, and he helps me to my feet. His attempt to dry my tears hits the rock of my hand as I put a stance.

"Please. Don't." I mumble, and he doesn't insist.

Instead, he pins me to his hip, wrapping one hand around my waist, while the other hugs the shotgun as we both rotate to the side where the fool who prompted the impending fiasco stands. This doesn't feel good at all, and it's worrying me.

"I'm sorry, Don. I..." The man starts, but Ajay cuts him off.

"Sorry? Martin, you know that word makes my ears itch, don't ya?" Ajay fumes, pulling me with him as he walks a step closer to his culprit. "Yet, you dared!"

Is that his signature slogan? I heard it from him a while ago. Thinking about it, did that Deep guy leave already? Will he be back?

"I am sorry, Don. Please forgive my manners, please! I just thought she was like other girls and... Aah!"

A gunshot on the shoulder cuts the poor guy off, making me bounce with fear while the guy steps back, clenching to his shoulder while blood starts dripping down.

I snap at Ajay, battling between speaking some sense into him and safe the moron, or just mind about my safety. Meeting his monstrous gaze, I go with the latter. I might get the next bullet if I dare stop him, and I can't just risk my life for this moron. Too much of a gamble worth nothing.

"You thought?" Ajay starts again, the gun still pointed at the bleeding man. "I do the thinking here, and every single dog in this place does what I fucking want. How did that slip out of your empty brain, Martin?"

"I didn't know she was that spe..."

Another bullet on the other shoulder sends Martin to his knees, groaning in pain, his upper body drenched in blood in a minute.

My head starts its usual throbs, but today they are resounding with a louder blurring bang. I feel dizzy, and my eyes can't stand the scenery before me. I shut my eyes tight, opting not to witness this presumed murder. Knowing that this man's blood will be upon me aggravates the distress, most especially in my heart. I don't want this to be upon me, but if none of the uncountable souls in this hall dares to stop him, then who am I?

"Please forgive me, Don! Spare me. I promise that won't ever happen again." The man pleads for mercy, the pain from his gunwoods and the considerable amount of blood he has lost making him sound so weak.

He seems so weak indeed, according to my blurred vision.

"Of course, it will never happen again. And you know how I make sure mistakes don't get repeated, right?" Ajay spits, raising his gun once again.

Tensions!

Another bullet will send this man straight to the grave. I admit he misbehaved. I scorn him for humiliating me. But this? I don't want him to die because of me. I don't want this monster to kill for me for hell's sake!

"Just one chance, Boss! Please, forgive me just this once and I swear nothing of the sort will happen ever again." Martin manages to force words out of his mouth albeit with so much labour.

Breathing is also becoming difficult for him due to the pain. He could go on pleading for pardon, but he has to save some energy to be able to take in and out the seemingly inadequate air reaching his nostrils.

"Ajay? Please?" I just find words rolling out of my mouth, turning to the demeaning beast beside me. He doesn't even spare a glance, but my fear continues my plea even though I know I am wasting my time and energy. "Ajay? Punish him in any other way but, please, spare his life. Don't...don't kill him." I am a trembling mess as I finish my plea, and I feel a very threatening frailty gushing over me. I don't know how long I can manage to stay on my feet.

He finally drags his eyes to me, fixing them on my eyes. That look again... What does he normally search for in my eyes? Why does he always stare at me like this?

"Unfortunately, this is how best I know how to solve things. I don't forgive. I don't give chances. I ran things my way. This is for you, Ella."

In a swift, I am swerved in the direction of the wailing man, another gunshot echoing in the hall. This time, he sought after the most delicate spot in the body of the poor Martin - the heart, piecing a bullet through it. A loud grow of agony echoes, and I watch as the almost lifeless man strains to gather for any amount of oxygen he can get, but luck is leaving him so fast.

Terror gushes over me like a flooding river. My vision becomes so blurry. I am dangling on Ajay's arm as all the strength flees my feeble body. A stinging pain pierces my heart like a sharp dagger ripping the heart's precariously delicate embankments, and my breathing has never been this laborious. Instead of the blurry portrayal of the dying man, dark silhouettes start obscuring my vision and everything else in general.

Then comes the words from Ajay that ruptures my eardrums, imperilling my breathing system.

"See you in hell!"

As I lose my vision with an unbearably excruciating headache, a very compelling dark image to the one before me flashes in my mind as showers of gunshots reverberate in the entire hall again. I shut my eyes to try and hold on to it and figure it out, albeit with a thin line of succeeding as everything becomes a mental torture.