Disturbance

The metallic stench of blood had made a home within the confines of his nostrils. No matter what he did, the smell remained. He tried using both a mental and literal tissue to rid his nose of the thick liquid but blood was always known to be the hardest stain to remove. The only thing worse than the red specimen was the aggressive sound that the two gunshots made. The first bullet pierced through his skull like it was trying to use his brain as a final resting place.