Guns and Cars.

Prolouge-'Death is the beginning'

As if it was possible, I tried to intimidate the gun.
I stared at it, it stared back, inspecting where to hit. It was hovering in the center of my forehead. I knew that if I pulled the trigger, life would be over. It would end. I didn't have to think of anything else. I couldn't. I'd be dead.
I held it tightly. I drawn it closer to my forehead. I was shaking with fear. Adrenaline pumped through my veins. My fear was over taken. Not quite with terror but more with excitement.
The man opposite was quite glum. But he smirked. If everyone said he had survived all of the matches took, then he had never lost. So I pulled the trigger and squinted.
The gun shot but I was still thinking. I placed the gun onto the table. It rocked and made a clatter sound.
The man used his long finger and swiveled the gun toward him. He put it at the side of his head. The gun triggered.
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On the floor lay a child. Who a few minutes ago just put a gun to her head. Across the table lay a man. On the floor. With blood gushing from the right side of his head. The gun near his hand. His suit crinkled and stained. But who actually died here?
All over the cause of conflict and pain. Rivals. Fighting over nothing. Is it possible that two could die over a one man thing. Not one hand had the child. But yet she still lay there. Peace will never be recognized. It is impossible now. As two important figures lay dead. But one is not. Death is the beginning. Not the end.