The Shot

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        Darkness. It makes your fear intensify. It jostles your instincts. Your heart thrashes like a tiger in a cage. Your mind concocts the wildest of ideas. It makes you quiver like a strummed guitar string, and having a gun in your hand only sharpens your horror.

        Cold sweat barrels down his neck, short and singed hairs in the quick, sharp wind. An asperous pipe drips the scalding liquid onto the rugged pavement. The man turns hurriedly behind a large metal dumpster. The thick fog provides shelter for all except the silver tooth of another man, with clenches his teeth to keep them from rattling and attracting his predator and prey.

        The oppressive stress compels him to almost pass out. He can’t shoot, but he must shoot. Either way he dies. All that he is worrying about is who else dies. That and how he himself dies. This man is Jacob. Obviously not his real name but for now he is Jacob. The other man is Keith, alike Jacob, Keith is an alias, a sham, it’s protection. Although, you known neither their names or whereabouts, its crucial to know their story.

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