When the 12-year-old held the gun, pointing it at the bleeding man below him with the encouragement of his brother, the boy's head pounded with tension.
Sweat made dark circles under his arms as his finger grazed the trigger. It was only one pull away to determine a person's death. Thousands of questions prowled through his mind as he sat on the horns of his dilemma.
He was too young to actually think about the consequences of his action. He was too young to actually hold a gun against someone.
Though in the end, with a grinning Kiaran and an aching silence, the boy let his finger slip and made a loud agonizing noise through the gun. The man's body slumped on the floor as Kiaran took the man's phone and wallet before kicking the corpse with a disgusted face.
It was Axel's first kill that day. The day he signed to be another criminal in the Vergessene family. The day he became the yin behind the crazed yang.
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