Countdown- Writing Prompt

This past week I went through a brief spasm of writing prompts. :) Pinterest was fantastic.

I decided to post the shortest one I wrote (post above).

Countdown

A green glow emanates from my watch. I press start.

TEN

I’m the last one left.

We ran for years. We denied them the right to our blood by hiding in cement walls that dripped with moisture; or clutching the ground under an acrid truck (most of them were rigged).

NINE

I am the silent one. I am the deadly one with the black knives and the one with the lack of sympathy. I spared no one. They will not spare me.

EIGHT

It began with a war from years ago; a war which has never ended for me. Every night I dream of drowning. I wake up to phantom blood running down my face.

SEVEN

I had a team once. They weren’t my friends, but the occasional word that might have been a joke gave us the feeling of belonging. They’re all gone.

SIX

Now it’s just me.  Running is the last thing in my life that’s consistent. I think if I were to stop, I would die.

FIVE

I’ve killed people. It’s something I’m not ashamed to admit. I could have been an assassin with my clean kills and dark eyes.

FOUR

They would not spare me for my crimes. That’s what I am counting on.

THREE

I brush my hair back and tense before releasing a choked breath. I prepare myself mentally with the same words I’ve always used to focus and relax. I clutch a small explosive rigged to set off on contact. “Ready when you are.” I murmur absently.

TWO

“Come out of there and put your hands up!” Thudding feet and clicking guns arrange themselves.

“Here we go.” I grin and launch out to meet them, my hands held high. I will have myself one last run. Running is all I know. Without it I will die.

My watch beeps frantically and my hands thrust down. The guns come up.

ONE

I am not running. I am flying.

ZERO