Death By Death (part 1)

I was running out of tine. The man vaulted over the low wall and took off, sprinting towards the cemetery. I chases after him weaving through the crowd. I was not going to give. He seemed just as determined and his pace didn't weaken. We were on Bridge of Blood. It was called that because it had no railings on either side. You fell straight down and plummeted to the rapids below. Finally I reached the cemetery. The man had already dug up the grave and the mud was scattered all around him. He clutched the box tightly as he took off. I finally cut him off. We both stood eagerly on the bridge. He put the box on the side before strolling towards me. He laughed and then slammed into me. I skidded backwards before attacked me with a barrage of punches. I gasped for air, barely able to hold my ground. Like lightning, he struck me and then swept my feet from under me. I looked over the edge to see the river crashing against the sharp rocks which glinted in the moonlight. He gave me slight push and I fell to my death...

TO BE CONTINUED....

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