Failed mission

When I saw him, I was alone surrounded by tall trees, hearing the melodious singing of the colorful birds and watching the beautiful sunset that was hiding in the middle of the mountains. I had never seen someone like him but the only thing that I know was that he looked like my next lover. A tall guy with curly red head, white skin like snow, freckles and beautiful green eyes. But the true was that he never would felt in love with me, a short girl with wavy hair, black skin and black eyes. I was the opposite of him. In addition, I am completely crazy and with unique ideas so it was impossible a love between this too different type of people.

-      Boom – something strange rang and stopped my thoughts.

 It was the moment when I realize that the bomb i had thrown a moment ago, exploded. The landscape was covered with a big gray cloud and he was screaming because his hand was on fire. I was in shock.

-      Help him, Emma – was the only thing that went in my mind but the blame attacked myselve and I began to run.

I thought I would forget it in some weeks or even in a couple of months until one day the man with one hand entered to my office. He was the man of the other day but in this case I saw at him with other eyes, with eyes of a murderess. The police office is always empty but exactly this day all my partners were busy and I was waiting someone to help. He was waiting for help so I asked:

-      Can I help you?

-      I am for looking someone, do you know who is Emma Efron? - he answered.

-      I am Emma Efron- I said nervously.

-      Captain Watson, nice to meet the new colonel of Puebla.

I didn't understand what he was saying, but I offered to him some coffee. Then, he explained me that I was one of the best cops of Puebla and that it was time for a small ascent. It was probably the happiest day of my life.

In a long conversation of 3 hours I realized that also than handsome, he was intelligent, brave, adventurous and lovely. I didn't know how all happened because we got closer little by little and when I realized it was too late to stop a kiss. Definitely I felt in love with him although he was a strange to me.

Then he showed me that he didn't have one hand and I felt guilty. The saddest part was when he told me that it was impossible to get his hand back because the fire but it was only one solution: a transplant surgery hand but the problem was that anyone donated one.

-      It was the fault of a pyromaniac. I do not know her and I already hate her.

My blood chilled and my heart stopped for a few seconds. I didn't know if was this horrible felling or the love I felt to him that I decided to do the biggest madness I had never done.

During that night I thought in the plan to find a donor to Max and I decided to do it by force. I just had to shoot at someone and after that cut his hand. The corpse would throw in a trash and anyone would know who did it.

The next day I woke up as usually at 4:00 am but it wasn't a normal day, that day would be very bloody and risky. I picked up the weapons and I put them in my jacket. I decided to go by motorcycle because it was easier to scape if my partners tried to catch me. When I was in the park I saw my next dam, my next victim. He was seated listening to music with a big jacket and his dog. I reloaded the weapon and I prepared to shoot at him, it was my first time but I thought "It is for a good reason, Mr. Watson needs my help" and in a couple of seconds the act was done.

 All the people in the park started to run and I took advantage of the situation so I prepared the knife to cut his hand. His face became familiar and I checked it when I searched the hand t and he didn't have it.

I run, run and run far away. All the people pointed at me so I started to scream and cry.

Imagine that, have the power to kill the one you love only to help him.

Now I'm here with the same power but in this case I am my own victim. I can't with my own fault, it's my time to die. Now, only you know my secret and before I go, don’t do crazy things without thinking in the consequences.