Term1 Week5 The Fugitive

The fugitive thought through everything that had happened in his head, letting them run past his memory in a slow motion, scanning through every detail stored in his human hard disk. He can be seen and heard everywhere, but he had not been apprehended. The televisions and radio telecasts, made him famous in only one day, after the robbery crime, which liquidated at least ten victims.

He and his accomplice are culpable of all these happenings. The police and Special Forces of the country had been mobilized and he had been on hot pursuit. His accomplice had been killed by one of the armed guards at the bank and he did not even take a glance at him or even tried to help him. He buried his head in his sinful hands, regretting everything he had done. Even if he return to turn himself in, there is no way he could escape from the gallows but if did not return, he will be killed by those pursuing him. A notice of shoot on sight had been issued to the citizens of the country.

With only a handgun of seven bullets, there is no way he could survive from the gunshots of the millions of citizens. He thought through his head, the one who had landed him in this state, about what he should do. He could either live by the countryside quietly or turn himself in so as to bring a sense of peace to the community and pay for his crime.

He had a great mind, a great plan. He had written out everything he wanted to do with the money robbed from the bank in detail from the most important to the insignificant ones. All he wanted with the money was to get rich quickly because for him, only money and status matters but he did not get what he had planned out even after committing so much crime so as to fulfill it. He had dropped the bag of fortune while he was on his run. He had persevered to hold on to it but it was weighing him down and if he had held on to it, he would have been shot dead by a dozen of cops.

He was confused, so confused to a state that he was going crazy. He could not control himself. He hugged his head and was turning and swirling around, fed up with what he had done and what he should do. He fell to the ground with a loud thud. His body is left with no more energy. He continued to lie on the ground and gaze at the sky, looking at the light blue sky.

He recounted about his happy times, the freedom he had enjoyed, hoe much he had supported the righteous, justified, good side of the society, his yearn to be a policeman to uphold law and order but not everything good happens to one. His academic performance does not permit him. He raised his gun and everything went silent. He heard nothing. He saw nothing.

The lust green grass swayed with the movement of the wind and the leaves of the trees rustled. The Special Forces persisted on finding him and it was days later that the body of the fugitive was found and he was carried away. He did not die a painful death but he hung a smile on his face. He had decided to pay all the bad things he had done with his life.