𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳 {𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘺𝘶𝘨𝘶𝘫𝘪 𝘹 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳}

seis

kens voice became louder, same with my awareness.
the aching in my body refused to let me move as i attempted to turn on my stomach, the action forcing a pained gasp from my lungs before a womans voice caught my attention, my dirty and sweaty palms starting to push me up and off the ground shakily as the lady repeatedly apologized, her trembling hands holding my shoulders to help lift me up, my head throbbing from being thrown so hard as she tried asking if i was okay.

my lips parted to speak before the sound of three bangs echoed through the air, my head quickly turning towards it as the scarily familiar sensation of warm blood hit my skin, people nearby screaming at the sight, causing commotion to break loose as my eyes panned down towards the heavy feeling that leaned against me

i gasped and quickly pushed the womans lifeless body away in a panic, my vision hazy as my eyes stared down at the blood that pooled around her figurd with unsettlement.
"oh god..." i whispered to myself, holding my side as i hid myself behind the womans car in an attempt to regulate my breathing.

"fuck, this is bad." i muttered, trying to calm down as my dry lips let a rugged breath pass through, wiping some of the blood off of my face with my shirt before noticing my gun wasn't tucked into my waistband anymore

"shit." i cursed, feeling like things couldn't get any worse for me in that moment before forcing myself to get on the ground to search under vehicles, the sounds around me not helping the pounding in my head any.

i thought to myself for a moment, afraid he had the idea of killing the people around us to lure me out.

but why would he do that?

he wouldn't, would he?

could bonten really change the people that went in that much?

the sensation of saliva built in my mouth from the nauseating feelings, i was unsure if it was because of my thoughts or the fact i possibly had a concussion and broken bones.

i let out a huff, seeing my gun had landed under someones car as my hand reached for it, pausing my movements from the sound of angered and scared pedestrians, hearing kens voice pour over theirs.

"god fucking damnit" i groaned in pain, my hands and feet quick to lift me up as i started to run.

i glanced behind me, the headlights of vehicles allowing me to see the mans bloodied leg paint every place he stepped.

"I CANT LET YOU LEAVE!" his voice made my eyes widen and turn my head forward, my feet moving faster as more adrenaline rushed through me, dulling the aches that throbbed throughout my body before hearing another shot going off, flinching at a stinging pain that slid across my ear.

"FUCK!" i yelled out in frustration, feeling my ear to see blood on my hand, knowing the bullet grazed it.

"i need to get to a more crowded place" i said to myself, my eyes gliding towards one end of the street as my labored breathing stung my lungs, my legs starting to move towards the cars spilling onto the road despite my chances of getting hit easier.

everything was so sore, i hadn't slept much either and it felt like everyone had it out for me.

i was almost there though, right? just a little further.

i wondered, why couldn't ken just let me be? him and sanzu were mikeys favorites.
nothing would've been done anyways

he was needed in bonten.

so was he enjoying this?

i didn't realize the sounds of traffic became distant until i was running between dull buildings, my weakening legs sprinting down the alley as sweat dripped down my face, getting closer to a fence that blocked the other side, my scraped hands reaching out and grabbing onto the thin metal once i reached it, desperately climbing up.

"a little further..." i whispered to myself, knowing i was being worn out from all the events that occurred as i dropped down, choking out a gasp from losing my balance and falling over, my body straining as my eyes noticed ken in my peripheral vision, his figure entering the alley.

i slowly stood on my feet, my body slightly shaking from exhaustion as i turned to watch the other limp closer, his breathing heavy while he raised his hand, struggled to aim his gun straight.

time felt like it had slowed down as we stared at each other, the two of us finally hearing police sirens blaring from different parts of the streets, my eyes looking into his as i took in the exhaustion that painted his features.

i continued to watch, seeing how his body was losing strength as he hunched down and leaned against the cement wall for support, unsure if i had ever seen him in such a weakened state.

"why dont you go back?" i asked, the other panting and huffing as he started lifting his gun up more, obviously trying to get a clean shot to my head.

he didnt say a word, only weakly coming closer step by step as i stood and observed him struggling to keep his hand still, slightly flinching when he eventually collapsed onto the ground.

the scene was horrible, i felt horrible. my eyes panned down towards his leg, seeing how large amounts of blood puddled around his wound before the possibility i could've shot a fatal artery dawned on me.

the police would just find him from the trail he left behind, right?

i stood and eyed him for a moment, trying to see if he was faking it as hesitation sat heavy on my shoulders, unsure if helping him was a good idea.

i could see his chest rising and falling, a little relieved he was at least alive, but i knew it wouldn't be for long if his wound kept pouring blood the way it was.

why was i met with such a difficult decision?