Red Heart – Prologue


In a dimly lit alley, a woman in her mid-twenties ran terrified for her life gasping for air. Constantly looking back and even though she didn’t see them, she knew they were coming.

She came to a street and briefly stopped, but instead of running down the street she felt she had a better chance going down the alley in front of her.

The alley veered and she has to stop in her run. It turned out to be a dead end and she turned to go back, but three mannish shaped figures appeared in front of her.

The one in the middle stepped forward, trying to assure her panic state. “There’s no where to go. I don’t want to hurt you, baby girl. I want what’s best for us.”

“What’s best for you is to leave me the hell alone!” she screamed, grabbing a steel rod off the ground and swung it around her wildly to keep everyone at a distance.

One could tell she was terrified, but she had a right to be since one of these figures was a very powerful heroin dealer on the Westside of Detroit. He had connections so high in the city; her life meant absolutely nothing to him.

“Why don’t you just assure my associate you’ll keep your mouth closed?” the second guy said calmly.

“You killed Pete and now you’re going to kill me. I don’t know nothing. I don’t know nothing I swear!” She was crying hysterically.

“Baby girl, why would I hurt you?”

She shook her head so very confused with a wild look in her eyes. Although the night was warm, she felt like she was freezing to death, yet she was also hot as well because she was perspiring all over.

“Let me get you a line. Look at you, you’re shaking.” He pulled out a gold case and waved it in front of her eyes.

She looked down at her hands. He was right, but that was the last thing she needed. “I can’t, not since Pete, I can’t.” Her voice was strained and desperate. “Leave me be. I didn’t say nothing to nobody, I swear.”

The second man looked back at the third man who stood even farther away from them, but when the third man shook his head, the woman knew they weren’t going to let her live. She swiped at the second man, slashing his side with the sharp end of the rod.

The bullet struck the dead center of her forehead and the woman fell back.

The second guy cursed looking back at the first figure, who still had the smoking gun with gloved hands. He knelt down to the woman and pulled out a full syringe, which they had intended to use on her, and injected the serum into her arm.

“You shouldn’t have done that. It just makes my job harder.” The second cursed under his breath and looked back at the third man, but he had already walked away. Most likely to get as far away from this as possible.

RedHeart -Prologue (c) Sylvia Hubbard