Tales of Twillight

The story begun at New York City, it ends 4 years later at the cold night. Where my sins ate me alive day by day… I couldn’t forgive myself…yet I couldn’t tell the truth itself… This is the beginning… the beginning of Tales in twilight…

Under the blue moonlight everything was dark, except the busy streets in New York City. Between the busy streets, there’s a bridge for road crossing. It was a very cold night indeed, but that’s not the reason for Jack to shiver. He’s shaking in fear as he looked into the eyes of the man in front of him on the bridge.

“You’re… you’re the…”

“Yes, I am…hard to believe isn’t it? Well, pity… You don’t have time to figure that out… ha-ha…”

Jack was scared until he couldn’t move a muscle as the person in front of him took out a knife and stabbed deep into his chest. Jack tried to scream while he felt the enormous pain in his chest, but he couldn’t because the next thing he knows, he felt icy cold under his throat as well. The sharp knife had cut through his throat. The person in black looked into Jack’s hazel eyes.

“Pity… what a pity… hush now, there’s no point screaming now…I bet your fans dying to hear voice before your death, but I guess you had let them down, Jack. Goodbye now.”

Jack tried to get help; he can’t breathe as his blood covered all over his body. But no one seems to be crossing the bridge. Again his eyes set on the person in black.

“Ow, poor baby… You’re suffering isn’t it? Here, I’ll help you out.” The person in black held him up and lean him against the fence.

“Now, rotten it hell…” grinning.

To his shock, Jack has been push down the bridge to the busy road underneath it. The loud shrieking sounds of cars and a big bang, Jack had been ran over by car past by. A lot of peoples started to stop by to see what’s going on. Jack was lying in a blood pool.

“Sir, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you… what? What you’re saying?”

Jack tried with all his strength to point up at the bridge and said,

“ill..”

“What? Is somebody up there?”

Jack grabbed the man shirt and tried to tell the name of the person in black but his ran out of strength. He felt tired, very tired...