Witness (boyxboy)

Chapter 1: Getting Shot Sucks

The thing about being shot is that it isn't very dramatic like in movies. There's no eruption of blood, nor does it make you fall immediately. There's a small area of concentration, so you don't really move very much. You aren't thrown back with so much force that you can't stay standing. The bullet, actually blocks the bleeding, to a degree, making the amount of immediate blood insignificant.

Of course, I knew none of this as I ran for my life.

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My feet hit the pavement with quiet, wet slapping sounds as I prayed my worn shoes wouldn't fall apart and trip me. Screams rippled through the air loudly, like a gunshot in water, literally deafening. The firing of bullets echoed loudly, the only other thing I could hear besides the sounds of torture. I could practically hear my limbs screaming at me to stop and rest, that we were safe enough to take a break.

I refused to listen.

The filthy alleyway proved to be a Godsend as I bobbed and weaved around the startled homeless men and knocked over trashcans. Bills, notes, tickets, and other useless pieces of paper flew wildly in the menacing wind, nearly hitting me in the face more than once. I struggled for breath as my circuits strained with all their might. I've never pushed myself this hard before, and the thought of my engineering failing me was terrifying. Not terrifying enough to keep me from continuing, though. My lungs felt as if they were burning a whole in my chest and my heart a steady hum rather than rapid beats. I coughed and gagged for breath, nearly stopping until I heard more gunshots cascade through the narrow pathway. On instinct, I turned a corner, hearing the loud pings of bullets hitting the metal that hung off of the worn buildings in the form of gutters and fire escapes. I had narrowly missed being hit by the deathly object.

Guns are rare nowadays. How'd they get some?

Really, that's what you're worrying about!?

I risked a glance behind me, only to catch sight of two beefed up thugs, making me cringe. It's times like these when you realize that exercise is important. Of course, I can't exactly stop to do stretches and such, now can I?

I feel the pulses of electricity in me become erratic and panic nearly begins to rip through me. That is, until I hear another gunshot, which startles me out of my reprieve of self worry. I felt a sting in my arm, but I pay little attention to it. I kind of have bigger problems than some pinch in my arm. I feel as if I'm going to puke as my muscles decide to set themselves on fire.

I feel myself grow dizzy, extremely dizzy.

"Freeze!" I hear someone shout from far back.

Are they talking to me? Either way, I don't freeze. I push myself even harder and round yet another corner. Someone stops me with their body, and I fall to the ground in a panic.

Did they catch me? They're going to kill me!

"Shit," someone curses harshly, "he's been hit!" I try to focus on my possible enemies in front of me, only to find that everything has become one big swirling blur of dark colors, as if the entire city had been put into an ice cream machine and set to swirly mode.

My muscles and circuits scream in relief, only to scream in pain as the fire in my shoulder calls out to me with a dangerous, begging voice.

In most stories the main character passes out, but that's not how it happens.

I can still hear and feel things, but my vision is so blurry and painful with horrifying spots dancing across it. I know I'm being carried, but by whom and to what is lost on me. I can hear the worried murmurs of people around me. "Is he gonna live?" And "Poor kid" echo throughout my mind, like sinister reminders of what my life can become.

I know I'm on the brink of death. I know that my family is probably dead, and that I left them to die. They told me to, but it's still unforgivable.

If I live through this, I'll never forgive myself.

My own family. The people I love most in the world, and I have no idea what happened to them. I'm no hero. Hell, I'm a shitty son, but I cant stand not knowing.

It kills me.

I wish I had passed out from pain already, but a side effect of my circuitry is a higher pain tolerance, which means I'm forced to suffer through my pain and possible loss without the kindred yet cruel mockery of death being offered to me.

I can feel being moved, but my perception of anything now has become warped. I can't tell if it's been seconds or ours since I collapsed onto the dirty, wet, and germ invested concrete.

I feel my mind go hazy as the waves of pain swell even higher, like some fucked up ocean.

Finally, I feel some relief course through my veins as a nurse lowers the oxygen mask over my face. Pumping in the anesthetic, they gather around me with worried yet curious eyes. My own crystal colored eyes flutter shut as the beauty of medical advances does its magic, or science rather.

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I'm sorry it's so short! (If anyone is actually reading this) The next chapter will be longer! Anyway, if you are reading this and have an input I'd like to hear it! See y'all nuggets in the next update! Bai!!! >:3

-IggyScones