"Preston, please, I-" He reaches out to catch your falling leg, but he hesitated too long. Your foot smashes through the little white ceiling tile below you, sending pieces of plaster flying for everyone to see. You can already hear yelling down below you, but you hadn't prepared for the worst.
The momentum of your leg slipping strips more of the insulation off of the vents and you are hanging on for dear life with just your hands. You can't bring yourself to look down at the three storey drop below. The first few bullets miss, but the sweat accumulating on your palms is more than enough. He reaches out to try to grab your hand as you lose your grip and plummet toward the sleek black tile far, far, far below.
He doesn't even have the voice to scream.
You died.
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The Rat in the Maze (Poofless-esque)
FanficYou know he doesn't love you - so it he worth taking a bullet for? A Poofless short story in the form of a choose-your-own-adventure book. While this is not my best work, it was very entertaining to make and I might do more projects in this format i...
