I took out my mobile phone and dialed three nines, not daring to take my eyes of the scene in front of me.

I heard words of a drug deal, which went wrong, and thousands of pounds being lost, and something about him the police.

At that point some one answered the phone and I quietly whispered to them what was happening and they promised to sent a panda car would arrive in under five minutes.

As I hung up the phone I looked back up to the boat and heard

“This is what we do with grassers” and shot him. The noise of the gun sounded loudly and echoed and continued to ring in my ears.

The impact of the bullet sent the victims body smashing against the bridge wall with a loud thump. I’m not sure why but I stood up properly from shock, I looked at them in disgust and then saw the blood stains on the wall. They looked up in surprise and saw me standing there.     

They started shooting bullets at me there were about five or six of them I ducked down out of the line of fire but I heard after him.

          I stood up and started running away from them as fast as I could praying that the bullets wouldn’t hit me. It was difficult getting up the bank I kept losing my footing under the wet mud. I grabbed hold of the long grass and pulled myself up.

          Once I got to the top of the bank I looked behind me and saw the grimace faces of the men who were following me as they tried to get up the hill. I carried on running and tried to get myself a large head start. I ran as fast as I could not even looking behind me, just focusing on the glow of the town lights as the occupant slowly began to wake up. Behind me I could  hear the distance sound of police sirens.  

by Catherine Ford (c)2000

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