I crouched behind a rock and focused. I squeezed the trigger and the gun fired. Man standing in the red evening sunshine fell to the ground. I looked around, and when I came to the conclusion, that there is relatively safe, I jumped to his feet and ran toward him. I quickly touched his neck. Dead. I nodded happily and then turned to dear man, who from my hiding place hasn't been seen.
I've assessed him by one look. His chest was rising and falling again. He was still breathing, but not for long. He got hit several bullets. Vest from us. I got just one idea. If I leave him here like this, and he will die an ugly and painful death. If I try to save him, it will be worse.
I'm not very proud for it, to be honest, it was sickening, but it was, what the man needed. I gripped the gun in my hand, I reached out with it towards him and fired again.
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John Watson's bad days
FanfictionWe all have days when we are saying, that if we stayed in bed, we'd do better, but unfortunately it isn't working like that. We don't know, what awaits for us in the day, when we get up. Sometimes when we look at others people, we have no idea how m...
