The sound of the gun going off echoed through the silent alleyway, I felt him go still in my arms, his chest slowly stopped heaving. I was leaning against the brick wall behind me and his weight begin to lean against me.
I sunk to the ground, still clinging to him, refusing to let go, my face still pressed against the nape of his neck. As the ringing in my ears subsided along with the echo of the gun it was replaced with silence. Complete silence, a wet sticky substance started to soak my hands but I ignored it.
Tears stained my cheeks, my entire body shaking as I held him close to me, my back against the wall, the brick digging into my back, I didn't let him go, even as I felt the warmth spread across his chest, soaking through his shirt, covering my hands, creating a puddle of red around us. I refused to let him go, slowly I lifted my head my eyes opened, I was alone, the man was gone, leaving nothing behind. And the man that saved my life more times then I can count, lied dying in my arms.
His chin rested against his chest, his head slightly to the sides, his chest barely moved under my hands, I did nothing, I said nothing, I just sat there on the ground, his head against my chest, thunder rumbled above as lightning flashed brightly in the sky and just as the first drop of rain fell I cried.
Cover by: Wolf
Trailer by: No one
I clutched the gun to my chest. The blood on my hands, outfit and hair knotted with it. The body stared up at her, mocking her. I finished the job. But why did I feel so empty. The assignment was to kill the target, not everyone that I did. But they always said whatever it takes to get the job done. I killed people for a living. I was good at what I did... I enjoyed what I did. Memories were filling my mind too quickly to stop them so I just let them run their course.
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His weight disappeared from me and his hand grabbed the front of my leather jacket and yanked me to my feet. One of his hands were wrapped around me throat while the other was flicking a switch blade back and forth. I stared at it, flicking in and out addicted to the trance. I looked up as his voice interrupted me.
"What am I going to with you Liza?"
"I don't know brother. Why don't you tell me?"
"Hmm," his fingers brushed my face. He was vulnerable; I stepped on his feet and watched as he yelped in pain. I reached for the gun on the mantle behind me. I cocked the gun, the safety clicked off.
"Liza?" His voice was weak and frightened. "Please." He was always a good actor. His eyes were betraying his words. They were dark with vengeance and fury.
His body lunged towards me. I pulled the trigger, hearing a noise echo in my ears. I dropped the gun on the ground. My feet slowly dragged my body over to Liam's body. His fair blonde hair was turning a darkish yellow red from the blood spilling from his lifeless body.
Previously named: 'I'm Back, And Now I Have A Gun'