Friday, October 21, 2011
Racing down a dark alleyway, I can hear my pulse throb and jump in my chest. Adrenaline courses through my viens.
Was that a gunshot?
My arms pump faster, sure that the barrel of the 30-6 had been pointed directly at me.
Pain spreads through my body immediately, and I fall to the ground, a combination of black and red edging my vision.
It's a remarkable thing, really.
Sinking into the dark abyss that is unconsciousness.
Am I dead?
I hear voices.
Loud; Clear; Angry.
"She's dead, damnit! You fucking killed her! What the hell, asshole?"
"What? You said 'shoot her down'! What did I do? I fucking shot her the hell down! What the hell do you want from me!"
"We were supposed to leave her in tact, you moron!"
I stand, wobbly, feeling the wound deep in my back, and the wet, sticky red liquid called blood dripping down my spine.
Black once more.
This time, though; I don't wake.