Sunday, 19 March 2017

Steel Devil

I spat out a mouthful of blood as I loaded single bullets into the magazine as quickly as my numb fingers would move.

“You don’t have to do this!”

I slammed it into the grip and tried to pull back the slide, but it jammed, forcing me to unload it and try again.

“It doesn’t have to end like this!”

The second try worked, as the first blood coated bullet clicked into the chamber.

“You’re going to regret this!”

I aimed the sights on her forehead.


I shook my head, silencing my conscience as I fired.

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