Crossings part 3

The cold gust of wind slammed into Sharim when the automatic doors of the mall slide back to welcome the ‘customer’. This is such a small place; shouldn’t Kelarim give me a bigger and much people conscious mall? He was greeted by the personnel’s big, fake smiles on both sides as he walked towards the mall directory.
The mall was 3 storeys tall, about the size of half a field but despite with these attributes, the mall was populated by people today. Self-centered infidels. Sharim thought. What gifts does the world have if you when you die?
Let’s see…Sharim traced down the lists of stalls and levels with his finger, choosing his final spot on earth. He finally stopped his finger on the 3rd floor listings. Hmm…3rd floor, Women’s wear and Maternity. He remembered a time where Kelarim told him something:" Sharim, sometimes the more painful the truth hurts, the more the message will get across." Sharim took his advice strongly at heart, and headed up towards the 3rd floor.
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"Do you think this looks good on me?" Kate asked Fazlin, eyeing the 2 piece bikini suit she just wore at the mirror with great scrutiny.
"Dear, why are you denying to yourself that your body is hot?" Fazlin said. "Fine abs, perfect blossom, firm sexy legs." She sighed. "The only thing that is lacking is your confidence."
"Faz, I asked whether if this looks good on me, not a lesson on self confidence. I am full of that. That’s why Jake is so in love with the perfect woman is this world," Kate said coyly
"Well one thing you will never lack is cockiness!" Fazlin laughed, pulling the knot on Kate’s bikini bra.
"Ah! You’re just jealous!" Kate shrieked, desperately holding on to her bra as she dashed to escape her friend.
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Sharim clenched the jacket tightly; as if someone was planning to tug it away from him. He looked at his watch. 12.20. 10 more minutes to go before…Sharim could not bear to go through the thought. The thought of dying.
He was now at the third level, scanning the environment across him. The place was filled women of different shapes and sizes, trying to squeeze in sizes less than theirs.
Dread flood over him as he eyed a woman having a conversation with a friend he could not recognized. It was a girl that he would not want to be with at this time and this place. Why must she be here?! At this place? Damn, this screws things up!
Sharim quickly shuffle his feet to avoid his dear little sister finding him, his thoughts filled with buzzing and crazy thoughts. Should I get away from this place? Or just blow my sister to bits? Sharim was struggling with it in his head, as if his decisions were pulling both his arms at different direction.
Sharim could not bear the thought of killing his sister, so he quickly dashed towards the exit downstairs, ignoring the cause that he was so deeply devoted to half an hour ago.
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"So how’s life with the wife, Mike?" Denver asked, chewing on to his donut as they walk around the park. Parks are places where u would want to have peace, away from disturbance and some tranquility from the devil’s world but not this park. Filled with drunkards, homeless people, addicts and beggars, it pretty sums up what the media has swept under the rug for years.
"So far so good. Been making love everyday, arguing which colour looks good on our bedroom and figuring out whether the painting of The Scream is actually in fact an artist impression of a horror lovemaking toy." Mike replied.
"Well you’re the lucky one. You got the hot girl in town while my only companion is this donut which is dying away," Denver sighed.
As they walk around the outside of Damrow Cross, something caught their eyes.
"Hey look at this guy, wearing a thick ugly jacket on this hot summer, what the hell is he thinking?" Denver said, staring at a guy who was making a hasty exit out of Damrow Cross.
"Most probably hiding a stolen good," Mike said, eying the person suspiciously.
"Hey, you there," Mike said to the person who was just a few feet away. The moment Sharim saw the cops he made a quick run from them, ignoring the calls to stop.
Mike managed to grab on to the man’s jacket but he could not get a firm grip on it, causing him to lose hold on it. However, one look at what the person was hiding was enough for him to scare the pants of him. It was not some stolen stuff, but an explosive taped around his stomach.
"Denver, he’s carrying a bomb! Quick shoot him!" Mike shouted, as Sharim was quickly gaining a distance away from them.
With a second look at his partner, somehow reluctant, Denver took out his Colt .45, carefully taking aim, and shot his first ever shot.
The bang was deafening, causing a loud clap in the sky. Chaos came on the once quiet street, causing screaming passers to run for cover, not knowing where the shot came from.
The bullet hit Sharim squarely in the back and he fell hard on the floor with a loud thud. The pain was excruciating, but his senses were still with him. No no no, how can this happen to be? How can I die like this? He could feel the shape of the explosive as he lie on his stomach. He could only see the grey concrete floor as a last resort came upon him. Arrgh, if I am dying I might as well bring some with me, since Fazlin is safe now. Sharim thought, trying his best to reach the button tucked inside his pocket.
"Denver , check whether he’s dead or not," Mike said as they ran towards the fallen humanbomb.
It was these few steps towards Sharim that they suddenly felt a huge blast of surging heat flooding them. The blast shattered the windows of nearby buildings, caused concrete bricks to break off and caused a binding flash of light to temporary blind the unfortunate victims. The huge blast was even louder and deafening than the gun shot and that explosion instantly took away several lives, including that of Mike’s and Denver’s.