Devilish

The tattoo on my collarbone starts to burn. The sensation reminding me that I'm theirs. The gun in my hand is shaking due to the amount of blood I've lost. My vision is getting blurry and my knees feel like they're about to give in. Suddenly I feel hands on both my shoulders hold me up before I fall. I look back to see them smiling. It's funny they can smile, but I guess that's their charm. He takes my hands in his and steadies my aim.