It wasn't a gunshot. Someone pulled a trigger, but it wasn't for a bullet.
Flames and a bright light was all Tyler saw at the Capital. It had been blown up. All he heard was a gigantic moan and howl from the wind as skyscrapers and the whole capital itself caved into a ring of fire. A huge wave of air came and Tyler felt freedom. Protesters started running back home, some being trampled and crushed trying to get back. The officer pulled him on the roof and drew is pistol. Gunshot. Gunshot. Gunshot. It was too late. The shots repeated until 5 officers lied dead on the roof with Tyler. Tyler couldn't believe what happened. He blinked several times and slapped self, everything he could to get out of this horrible dream. But he was still stuck on that roof. Protesters were still running and the Capital was still burning. There was nothing he could do. He took one of the officer's rifles, the one who was holding him, now dead. Tyler grabbed the rifle, surprisingly heavy, but still raved and swore happily about the fact the he wasn't dead. He remembered, he had a way out of this situation. He knew he wouldn’t be jailed, and everyone would side with him. Alexa's gift turned out to be, quite useful, as a matter of fact.
