The Death Of Beppeev, By Odil Bekmirzaev

Odil Bekmirzaev

The burning hot sweat rushed down my face as I dashed through the busy alleyways leading to the vast city market located at Dean street like a madman. I was running out of time. Quickly scanned the area for exits I realised my only option was a thin dark alley. I heard the cops heading this way so I made a dash for the exit. My lungs started to regained strength, I could still hear the sirens wailing in the distance but I was safe, safe for now. I reached in to my pocket and pulled out a massive diamond the size of my fist for a minute I stared at its glistening beauty then I was of again. I had just stolen the most valuable item in all of pajenda the super continent we all lived on if I was caught I would certainly be sentenced to a cruel death. My brother met me at the front door of our ruinous house he took the precious stone from and locked it away in an impenetrable steel safe then we sat down for dinner. Our parents died 3 years ago and ever since we’ve been surviving ourselves. We used to live gorgeous lives until the government decided to conquer other worlds but in the process they forgot about this one. So tomorrow with high hopes of another life we will trade in our diamond for tickets to the
I looked out my hole like window only to see a police helicopter blocking my view. I attempted to get to the safe but it was too late the bulky police men had already entered the house and where searching. What I did next I might have regretted for a while I rushed to the closed window without stopping I demolished the glass and flew out like a wrecking ball. I took my last breath as I fell to the ground like a giant raindrop. I stood up in dismay I didn’t know where I was but I just ran. I slowly opened my eyes to a slightly bizarre image, I was lying in a pile of garbage in the scorching sun near an abandoned bunker. Then an old frail women came up to me and