by Krystle

Created on: December 17, 2008

Adah maintained her pace as she ran along the dimly-lit corridor. Her heart was pounding exceptionally fast as she chased Vladimir, the man who had kidnapped her son. Her mind raced with thoughts about what she would do to him once she caught up with him. Images of her firing the loaded semi-automatic she was carrying filled her head. Though she considered her options, she was only interested in one.

Adah wanted to- no, she had to- make sure that Vladimir could never hurt her family again. She had to make sure that he couldn't hurt anyone, in fact. He should never be allowed freedom, where potential victims are always within his grasp. Adah thought of only one way to ensure that. For an unexplainable reason, she only wanted to think of this one way. She had never been inclined or motivated to take a man's life, though she had had plenty of reasons to do so in her line of work, but after everything that had taken place in the last month or so, she could no longer control herself. She knew she had been somewhat broken.

Both their footsteps echoed loudly on the ground as they ran. Adah saw Vladimir turn a corner on their right, and she followed suite. He turned left at another corner and after a few moments of running, his footsteps became inaudible.

Adah paused before following, this time. She gasped for breath, crouching to clutch her knees. This man's so fast, she thought to herself. Nevertheless, she had the upper hand. Why did he stop, though? she wondered, suddenly suspicious. She looked around the warehouse-like area she was in. Cartons and boxes filled every corner, and the air smelled strangely and disgustingly of wet garbage. She cringed at the thought, and was thankful that by now, her son should be out of this hell-hole with his father.

She took out the gun she had retrieved from Vladimir earlier, after their little aggressive confrontation when her husband, Brandon unarmed him completely. She checked the weapon's barrel- none of the bullets had been used yet. Not wanting to waste any more time than she might have already had, she took the same way that Vladimir had taken.

The narrow corridor led to an open area, a balcony. The sun shone brightly above, and Adah scanned the premises for Vladimir, the gun tightly held in her hand. She spotted him, kneeling at the centre, gasping for breath. The sight of him looking so weak and helpless was almost pitiful. Almost. He was clutching his left shoulder with his right arm, probably trying to suppress the

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