She Dies - Season 1 - Episode 3

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She Dies - Season 1 - Episode 3

Noel believed him. He knew he would
eventually die, but dying painfully and slowly
was what he didn’t want. He looked him in his
eyes, read the callousness written there and
dropped his gaze. When he finally spoke, his
voice came out in a whisper, “I’ll miss
nothing.” He looked up immediately and
noticed Williams. He was crawling painfully
toward the gun which was some steps from
him. Noel knew he needed to keep the cultist
distracted until Williams got the gun, “Did I
say I’ll miss nothing?” He almost sang, “Sorry, that was a mistake. I’ll miss everything: my parents, my friends, my classmates, everyone I
value,” Williams was now holding the gun. He
aimed at the cultist’s spinal cord and fought
to steady his nervous finger on the trigger.
“I’ll miss Jack, my dog,” Noel’s voice grew
louder but slower, “and most importantly, I’ll
miss you.” Williams pulled the trigger that
instant and the cultist dropped dead.

In the next fifteen minutes, Williams was
already on admission in the campus clinic. He
looked pale and lay unconscious. He was put
on a drip and was being giving a blood
transfusion. Noel was sitting on a seat at the
tail end of the ward, his eyes fixed on Williams
and a brown plaster was on his left cheek.

Two detectives stood beside the bed. One was
in his forties, tall, with a sensitive face and
hazel eyes. He looked serious minded and had
the habit of blinking non-stop whenever he
spoke. The other was equally in his forties, but
a bit younger. He was an attractive and
avuncular-looking man who seemed to be
smiling always. They were both in casual
clothes. After a brief examination of the
unconscious Williams, they walked over to
Noel.

“I’m Inspector Stephen” the older one said, his eyes blinking. He placed a palm on his
colleague’s shoulder, “and this is Inspector
Marcus. We’re from the anti-robbery squad.
We need to ask you some questions about the
incident that just happened.” They sat down.
Marcus took out a notepad and a ballpoint
from his B---m pocket.

“You’re Destiny Noel?” Stephen said, running
his eyes through him.

Noel wondered whether it was a statement or
a question. He nodded, “Yes.”

“A third year student of criminology?”
Noel nodded and adjusted forward.

“How did you become involved in what
happened today?” Stephen’s voice was flat.
Noel inhaled slowly, “I was heading to the
library when I heard shots. The next thing was
that I saw two cultists dragging this young
man” he pointed at Williams, “into an empty
classroom. I knew immediately that something
was wrong and was forced to save his life
though I didn’t know_”