Post by account_disabled on Dec 21, 2023 3:27:30 GMT
It had been a long day, endless queues at the town hall and finally at the doctor, who had not given him good news about his health. The cancer, which he had been keeping under control for two years, had spread. Now he was standing in line at the pharmacy near his house. It was late afternoon and he still had to get home. The queue didn't seem to want to move, the fault of the new pharmacist who was talking to customers. She had been waiting for her turn for over half an hour and was starting to show signs of nervousness.
Ten minutes later he yelled at the woman to get a move on, but she pretended not to have heard. So the man decided to go to the counter. He ordered her to hurry up, insulting her, under the frightened gaze of the other customers. The pharmacist took the phone and said she would call the police, but she didn't have time to dial the number. Amidst the Special Data shouts of people, the man had climbed over the counter and hit the woman with a series of punches on the head, increasingly forceful. The woman fell to the ground, her face devastated, while the customers, screaming, crowded at the exit to escape. Not everyone managed to escape. Blinded by madness, the man grabbed someone from behind, slamming them against the glass.
Then he disappeared. There were four confirmed deaths, plus three other people injured quite seriously. The police were on the trail of the murderer, who some witnesses had seen slip into a building up ahead. And it was right there that two teams found him, sitting on the ledge of the building, over thirty meters above the ground. When the captain tried to talk to him, trying to get closer, the man climbed onto the parapet. "There's nothing more you can do for me, Captain." Then he cried, silently, bitter tears falling down his tired face, in a sort of final surrender. "I only have one choice left," he said, throwing himself into the void.
Ten minutes later he yelled at the woman to get a move on, but she pretended not to have heard. So the man decided to go to the counter. He ordered her to hurry up, insulting her, under the frightened gaze of the other customers. The pharmacist took the phone and said she would call the police, but she didn't have time to dial the number. Amidst the Special Data shouts of people, the man had climbed over the counter and hit the woman with a series of punches on the head, increasingly forceful. The woman fell to the ground, her face devastated, while the customers, screaming, crowded at the exit to escape. Not everyone managed to escape. Blinded by madness, the man grabbed someone from behind, slamming them against the glass.
Then he disappeared. There were four confirmed deaths, plus three other people injured quite seriously. The police were on the trail of the murderer, who some witnesses had seen slip into a building up ahead. And it was right there that two teams found him, sitting on the ledge of the building, over thirty meters above the ground. When the captain tried to talk to him, trying to get closer, the man climbed onto the parapet. "There's nothing more you can do for me, Captain." Then he cried, silently, bitter tears falling down his tired face, in a sort of final surrender. "I only have one choice left," he said, throwing himself into the void.