Chapter 3

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"You may want to step away Mr. R. Unless you want her blood to be all over you."

Looking over I see that Mr. Rosinger is terrified, looking at the person behind me. I knew that voice. I absolutely despised that damn voice.

Kira stood off to the side while Kiba stepped beside me with the silver-toned M1911 Pistol still aimed at my temple. Kira continued her previous statement.

"I highly doubt that you would want that, considering no one likes her. Her friends just pity her. She was a mistake! She was never even supposed to have been born!"

A loud cracking sound followed by a heart-wrenching scream was heard.

"He.... Hehehehehehehe..."

Kiba was clutching his right forearm, tears in his eyes.

"Hehehehahahahahahahaha~!"

I started laughing hysterically, amused by the fact that they thought using a weapon against me was a good idea.

"You of all people should know to never let your guard down!!"

Kiba stared at me, pissed. I didn't hear the bang like they did. I heard what is described as Tinnitus, or the sensation of ringing in the ears.

I felt something: A sharp prick, almost like being poked with a stick.

I saw something too: Crimson liquid, thick, dark, ominous.

I didn't feel any pain.

I knew the bullet was inside of me, lodged somewhere.

The last thing I remember seeing was Mr. Rosinger on his phone, presumably calling the police.

The last thing I remember doing was running. Adrenaline was pumping through my veins as I made an attempt to escape with my life.

Three seconds later: My back hits the ground.

Within that same second: everything goes black...

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