There is no C in Film Noir

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Double Barrow-Downs

The man followed C around the corner, with eyes prying, and his hand in his jacket.

"Stop where you are," muttered the man. The man pulled out a gun, just like they do in the movies.

C stood still, and time seemed to stop. He did not speak, he did not move. He might not even have breathed, but nobody was able to confirm this.

In the next moment, he felt the bullet tear through his chest; the cold, worn roads were now covered with warm blood.

He opened his mouth to speak... He wished a semi-colon would come to his rescue; a divine power then granted a young man his dying wish.

It was late, and nobody witnessed the murder, unless stray dogs count as people.

The man stood over C and said, "Goodbye, Choi Chin-Cheul."

Your death will be good news for our organization."

C could not help but wallow in the horrible irony of dying by target-identification error. He struggled to breathe, and wasted valuable seconds of his life contemplating whether or not to correct his killer. C did not live long enough to come to a decision.

As the man began to walk away, unbeknownst to him, C reached into his chest and pulled out his still-beating heart. The organ pulsated with the amount of life found at most underground rave parties.

The man turned around in shock. He began to back away in horror, with a reaction similar to that of people who have ecstacy-overdose-induced halluciations of the supernatural.

Unaware that there were actually two bullets in his pistol when it was handed it to him, he fell backwards and dropped his gun beside him. The trigger went off, the bullet escaped the barrel, and suddenly, there were two dead men lying on top of each other next to a industrial bin.

The next day, "Necropheliac Double Suicide" made the front page of the newspaper. It sounded unbelievable, but one man believed it. His name was D.

To be continued...