User:Zheliel/Mahm00shA
The old woman was screaming, shouting for her life when the young man grabbed her. Slowly, the man took a long iron rod (with a wooden handle, like a bat). The young man looked at the woman. "Your worst nightmare hast cometh." With a sinister grin, he used the iron rod and somehow beheaded the woman. He looked at her and grinned evily. "I am Mahmud Shah."
The little girl was walking along the White House with her mother. "Mommy, when I grow up, I'll buy that house to live with Benson. I want to marry Benson when I grow up." Her mother looked amused at what she had said. Who was this Benson? Must be really attractive. My daughter only goes for those classy types. Benson, huh? Must meet him one day.
Not long after, she finally reached the Walmart-near-the-white-house. She looked around suspiciously and whispered to the Shopkeeper's ear. "Mahmud Shah." The shopkeeper's eyes bulged out, as if he heard something extraordinary. As if to mask this fact, the lady quickly coughed. "*Ahem*, I said, I wanted a Mars-Bar." The shopkeeper nodded and went into the office. Another man came out, looking flustered, and handed the lady her Mars-Bar, which seemed pretty big for an ordinary chocolate. "Sannse, if you come again, Mhaille's gonna get you. Mhaille's been looking out for you all this while and he suspects you have something to do with Mah-"
"Okay. Arrange for the Sydney Opera House Hotdog guy to be the next." With a wave, Sannse strode off, holding her daughter's hands. "Baby, we're going to Sydney next week. You can stay here with Benson, I'll be back soon."
"Don't, mommy, I want you to meet Benson." The little girl pulled her mother's hands. Sannse rolled her eyes but still followed her excited daughter. The little girl skipped past a few blocks and d=finally reached a grey, dilapidated house. The little girl knocked on the door.
"Hello? Benson?" The little girl was bubbling with excitement. Slowly, the door creaked open. An eye peered out of the door. "Zana? That you?" came a voice from inside the house. The girl grinned and nodded her head, visibly euphoric that Benson actually was at home. Sannse looked expectantly at the door, expecting to see some extravagantly dressed young man, decking a long waistcoat. But instead, she saw a grumpy young boy wearing torn and ragged clothes. Upon seeing Zana, Benson rushed towards her and hugged her. Benson then whispered to Sannse. "I know who you are, and I know about Mahud Shah. Here's Mhaille's knife. You had better kill him, or your daughter will be-" He made a cracking sound. Zana, still oblivious to what was happening, kissed Benson on the cheek.
Sannse looked at both of them despondently and sighed. It was a bad day indeed.
Mahmud Shah was in Sydney, chewing some gum while waiting patiently for the hotdog vendor to give him the vial. It was, after all, illegal to get cocaine, leading to his nervousness. He suddenly saw a tall woman passing a package to the vendor, who looked very like Sannse. Only Sannse didn't wear a veil. Anyway, Mahmud continued to chew his gum, waiting for the time when he could be as free as a bird in the sky, with the "high" feeling of cocaine. It didn't last long but it did give him pleasure.
But it was Sannse. The hotdog vendor came a moment after the lady passed him the package. The vendor raised his visor, and to Mahmud's utter surprise, the face was the scarred, horrid face of his archenemy, Mhaille. Mahmud had dodged Mhaille's countless attempts to bring Mahmud to justice, and the last time they clashed swords with each other, Mhaille shouted that he would kill him. Mahmud fled immediately after hearing the news.
However strong Mahmud was, he was still no match to the experienced veteran Mhaille. Mahmud looked at Mhaille in the eye, then spat out the gum in Mhaille's face. A series of profanities streamed out of Mhaille's mouth. He quickly scraped off the gum from his face and rushed towards the fleeing Mahmud Shah. He fished out his UZI and aimed it at Mahmud. There was nothing Shah could do about it. He smiled. All these chases weren't for nothing, after all.
With a ear-piercing "BANG", a lifeless body dropped to the floor, still. All was still.
Mahmud Shah was shot.
And dead.