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illustration: Raphael Achache
“Call the police!”
“Jesus Christ!”
“Call an ambulance!”
Voices started to rise behind us as the guy’s torso convulsed, his face squirming as he snarled and splattered blood from his mouth all over the floor. A towering, meaty bloke dragged us both back from behind. Milo had lost the plot. He was in a full-on rage as his flailing arms were effortlessly tucked away by the huge, silent figure. Everything was happening so quickly – angry tears started to roll down my clenched face. We’d just seen someone die. I looked down at the murderer on the floor, and saw his wild eyes roll around in his head like a chameleon’s.
“What the fuck is wrong with him?” Milo hocked from the depths of his throat.
The colour started to drain from his bloody face, and his body stopped writhing. A ring of onlookers surrounded the stained patch of floor, but most of the crowd had screamed off in terror while we were pummelling away. I looked around, completely baffled at the nightmare. I’d never seen anything like it before – it was like a war scene. I thought we had killed the guy, but his eyes suddenly jolted open as he took in a huge gasp of air.
“Wh-what’s going on?” he stammered, an intensely confused frown smearing his face. He looked over at the girl, the gash in her throat throbbing with thick streams of red liquid. “No… No… NO!” He started breathing heavily, clawing at his own face, his arms and legs juddering. He snapped his back upright.
“Who did this?” he wailed.
“You did, you crazy bastard,” Milo shouted at him like a spoiled toddler. The adrenaline was still throbbing between us both, and I started agonising over the fact we’d got ourselves involved in this bullshit. Only the week before we'd smashed a window after scrapping outside a shop. This was too deep. A girl was dead. The guy’s face was torn to shreds, and loads of people had seen us dive in and kick the shit out of him. Now, he was having some kind of mental breakdown.
I yanked hard on Milo’s arm and dragged him out of the Spiegeltent, almost falling over our own legs. A tram was pulling up in the Square and our legs hurtled towards it as I heard sirens wailing behind us. We pushed the flashing button, opening the door to see Milo’s girlfriend Sasha stood before us, waiting to get off.
What happens next?
A) Hug her and tell her everything.
B) Get on the tram and push her off.
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