A short story for a contest

I looked at the small, 3d portrayal of the city. The city was built at the edge of a lush forest and is truly a technological metropolis. Hundreds of ethnic restaurants, diners and food carts offer a plethora of culinary choices and those who feel hungry for something else can enjoy musical activities, sightseeing, concerts or one of the many other recreational venues.

But that was not what made it prone to reporters or politicians but instead it was the murders. The best part of it was that everyone knew who was responsible for these, none other than Mr. Whyte.

When the police can't do anything then why will the locals feel safe.

When the pandemic hit, everyone thought that finally they can feel safe but now it became even more serious. Now they weren't safe even in their houses.

I looked at the headlines of the newspaper, reporting deaths through pandemic and through killings. His face was all over the newspaper screaming how he failed yet again.

Aron Bush, the next sherlock as everyone called him and my ex. We both studied in the same college and started dating in the 1st year itself. It was Whyte that drifted us, he decided to catch him over me.

I am over him that's what I said to every person, just the thing was they don't see another day. For Aron gave up on me to catch Whyte without knowing that there is no Mr. Whyte instead it's Miss Whyte who's none other than me.

Wearing my mask and face shield, I stepped outside on the lonely streets. Covid really did a number on us, but the positive thing was that I can roam around hiding my face.

The house was burning behind me, but what made me stop was Aron. And I hated the fact that I could still recognize him even when his face was covered. But by the looks of it, he recognized me as well...no...He finally figured it out. That made me smirk.

"How could you do that? What have they ever done to you!"

He said all the while staring at the burning house. Inclining my head, a little, I made my way towards him. He went in defense and pulled out his gun. That got a laugh from me.

"Aron dear, do you really think you can shoot me? Me? Your sweet little...what was the word...oh right, angel"

I said that, while playfully looking at him.

"YOU ARE A MONSTER!!!" He screamed, for a moment I stopped... Did it affect me what he thinks of me? No, Impossible.

Now glaring at him, I pulled out my gun as well. We both looked at each other daring to shoot. None of us willing to back down, until something flickered in his eyes, and he lowered his gun saying, "I still believe in the person I fell in love with. You are better than this, please just surrender. I will be by your side. We can overcome this together"

Wrong mistake Aron, with just that one though I shot him...What I never understood was why I didn't stop shooting until my gun was out of bullets, why were there tears in my eyes looking at his wide eyes.

Those soul-less eyes still haunt me to this day. It's been two years since that day. I have long accepted that I fell in love with him and that's why he had to go. Anyone will think that I will be heart broken, shattered to ever lift my gun again, kill another person again but what happened was quite opposite actually.

The killings never stopped, and they won't stop until I die. So as this new officer who came and replaced my Aron lifted his gun to shoot me. I saw his eyes and they were different from Aron's eyes; they weren't as warm. They didn't have the love in them that Aron had for me.

As this officer fired his gun and while I was falling. I felt this all too familiar rush of emotions when I killed Aron.

With tears and a little smile, I finally departed from this world.