The Crow's Last Bullet

The sound of a gunshot echoed, breaking the silence that had once held the room. My ears rungs and I could still feel the recoil on the gun in my hands. The sound of a bullet piercing through skin was heard afterward, blood splattering all over me. It felt cold and wet. I didn't open my eyes, I didn't want to see what I had done. I felt a strong pair of arms wrap around me, lowering the gun that was in my hands. I let it drop from my hands, clinging to whoever it was as it dropped onto the marble floor.

I found myself opening my eyes slowly, looking down at the blood that had stained the floor. The crimson color was enough to make me feel dizzy. The amount was much, my eyes widening with shock as I followed the blood trail to the source. I slowly moved my head to look up and was filled with terror when I realized my mistake...

...I had killed a living human being.