Dark Sides(Discontinued, May Rewrite)

Page Thirteen (Really short, Sorry)

I ripped Roman's sleeve to get a better look at the injury, my heart nearly stopped when I saw exactly where it had hit. There's a major artery in the arm and Coldness managed to hit it straight on.

"Hey, Princey," I gulped, taking my jacket off, "You aren't going to die easily, right?" I ripped off one of the sleeves and tied it as tight as I could above the wound. The makeshift tourniquet would only do so much for so long, but keeping the bullet in would hopefully keep him from bleeding out.

"Of course-Agh! Of course not!" He pushed himself up using his good arm, "I'm Thomas's creativity! I refuse to die!"

I could tell that he was in severe pain, but trying to act all tough. Which was good; since my worry had shifted off of him and back to Logan. The gun shots from earlier had me thinking the worst, but when I turned my attention back to the scene a wave of relief washed over me.

Logan ripped the gun away from coldness and pointed it at his head. Everyone looked away right when he pulled the trigger. There was the gunshot and a sound similar to a watermelon being split open, making me feel sick to my stomach. When I built up the courage to look back I saw Logan standing above coldness's body with a shocked expression. There was no blood anywhere, except from a cut where a bullet grazed his shoulder, and when the body turned to mist and bonded with the gun I knew why.

"That was... unpleasant and terrifying." Logan whispered, his hands shaking even more as he put the gun in his pocket.