Bullets: death of me

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This can't be happening.

A yellow splatter decorated his chest.

A paintball.

His crooked smile causing anger to surge through me.

That's when it hit me, Eric gave her the gun...knowing this situation would happen...

He wasn't helping.

He was setting up the perfect murder.

Tim lunged at me as I punched him back causing him to stumbled.

His face burning red, he swung his fist madly at me as I dodged each punch, counteracting each hit.

My anger and hurt catalysed my punching. I smashed my fist into the side of his face, knocking him to the ground.

Something in his eyes changed as I hit him to the ground, his eyes started darting around the room, looking for the noise that I hadn't registered.

His eyes lock onto the door.

That's when I heard her...

"...it's not over is it..."

It can't be her.

Suddenly gunshots start firing towards me, I dive out of the way. I'm behind the kitchen counter. 

- Leila's POV -

Mark runs into the room, chasing the guy that jumped out of the window. He pulled his gun from his waist as he ran up the fire exit stairs. I watched intently trying to see the assailant.

The distant sunrise illuminated the attackers face, the red glow shone on the devil himself.

Tim Greyfield...

Pots and pans come crashing down as I jolt to face the kitchen counter, the sharp drop of a fork hits the ground. I cautiously walk over to the noise.

"...is anyone here?" I whisper looking at the blood soaked floor.

Suddenly, a shadow comes from behind the kitchen counter, reaching out to me.

I start to back away, scared of the unknown figure approaching me. I stumble over the broken coffee table as I gather myself and stand again, walking backwards.

Then his gummy smile and glistening eyes are illuminated by the crimson embers from the beckoning sunrise that broke through the windows.

I run towards him and jump into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist and crying into his shoulder as he wraps his arms around me

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I run towards him and jump into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist and crying into his shoulder as he wraps his arms around me.

"Leila! You're alive! You're really alive?!" He said smiling as tears rolled down his face. He started to kiss me all over as he arms were still wrapped tight around my waist.

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