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(my answer to the Writing Challenge)
It wasn’t the first time I tasted fear and I prayed it wouldn’t be my last. I crouched behind a shipping crate on dock 41. The dire duo advanced toward my hidden location. I realized their theatrical, clown-like costumes and masks were disguises to prevent anyone from knowing their true identity. I suspected they were mercenaries who had killed three times in the last two weeks. The media had nicknamed them “The Opera Killers” as witnesses said these alleged killers wore masks. Reports stated Big G, a drug warlord, had hired them to avenge the death of his family. The police had raided his home. Big G had opened fire at the cops and his wife and son had been mortally wounded in the crossfire. Fortunate for him, he escaped. Unfortunate for me, I, an informant, was next on his list.
I wished at that moment that I was a superhero. I would need something powerful to outdo my aggressors. After the cryptic text message left on my iPhone, I had come to the dock, expecting Frank, my contact; instead, I was being hunted down. I took a rock and threw it, hitting one of the crates. The duo were distracted, allowing me time to jump onto a barrel, leap to the top of the crate, and descend on one of them.
Her skill in martial arts was good, but with my size, I hoped to overtake her. But could I take on two? She recovered quickly and was on her feet. The blade of her weapon slashed my arm. Blood bled onto my clothes. With courage I didn’t know I had, I kicked her arm and she lost control of the ebony staff. Clumsily, I tripped and landed on my buttocks. She lunged. I picked up the blade, thrust it forward, and she fell on it.
I pushed her aside. The other came at me swinging her staff. I stepped back. She moved closer and swung the blade. I dodged repeatedly, edging backwards. She thrust the blade forward and using her momentum, I pushed, sending her sailing over the side of the dock. I trembled with a rush of adrenaline and shock, holding my bleeding arm.
I looked over the edge but she wasn’t to be seen in the black pool of the harbor. Behind me, I heard a groan. I turned, leaned over the injured attacker and removed her mask to reveal her features. She was Asian, a ninja in her twenties, I guessed. She coughed blood. I needed to call an ambulance, but before I could punch 911, she whispered something.
“Big G will get you.” With her bare hands, she thrust the blade in deeper and sliced her gut. Her body went limp. Regrettably, I realized I wouldn’t be getting any secrets from her.
After alerting the police and giving a statement, I drove home checking my rear view mirror. The other one was still out there. I wasn’t sure how much time I had left.