He gripped his gun tightly. Debating his survival chances, no, gaming actually or maybe it was playing instead. He could live, he could. He knew he had to. There was a way. There had to be way. A better way. Something not bloody or messy... something safe. Something, just something that could save him.
He inhaled heavily, the stench of blood flooding his nostrils. He had tried, atleast he'd say so. But he knew he was just trying his best to salve his guilty filled heart. He could be betraying his own promises and learned instinct. He could all honor on just a single mistake. All he'd worked for would go to vain. He could be a man of no words, a man with no honor and meaning to his name, someone so useless to the gang. He would turn all odds against himself or even worse cause his own death. But he knew he wasn't ready to die just yet, not after makingit this far. No not yet.
And for that reason, he gripped the tighter, feeling his knuckles ache due to the impact of pressing against the metal master piece. He could feel his blood rushing towards his hands, as though trying to pop his veins open a rush out of control.
He shut his eyes tightly. And once again he took in a lungful of the air just so he could calm down. But things just got worse and the ringing came...
"I'll make you wiggle and beg the angel of death to take your life. Make you wish you were never brought in this world. I'll make you beg for the dear gift of death because at that moment it will be the devinest gift you'd ever wish for. And because of your actions I'll make you never receive it and if you do,my dear, which is the worst mistake I'dwish to make... I'll make sure you find me in pits of deathly hell waiting to make your helly stay much worser than it should sound..." It sent shivers down his spin. It had to. The sight of the ol phychotic man grinning with sucess and a ton full pleasure crossed his mind. He couldn't mess up. Not now. Not once again...
He shook his head, trying to wash the miserable memories away, maybe memories even sounded better beacause those things are meant to be beautiful... trying to clear his mind sounded normal yet he...
The next thing he heard was CLICK-CLICK-BRUV-BRUV-BOOM!!!
It wasnt him? He knew? He didn't pull his trigger, did he? His hands were still shaking right? He didn't kill? It was someone else? It had to be someone else. Just had to be...
His gun was shaking in his hands. He was shivering and was totally unstable. Both mentally and physically. His mind went blank and black, the next thing he knew was that he was hearing sirens. And what followed was the greatest of his fears. The red and blue lights. Yet he couldn't even flinch, he couldn't do anything. All he did was watch them approach...
Nobody expected better from him anyway . All he coul do now was to stand and he stood motineless but what troubled him most was the fact that he was fearless? Immobile? Or smiling?. He was smiling? Grinning widely and showing his perfect dental. Was he okay?
He watched the flashing lights. approach grinning as though he was a groom watching his bride walk down the aisle, coming to him and he was right only that it a peril filed bride, a chaotic problematic one ... a blinding flashy bride...