I stood there staring down the barrel of the gun I knew all too well. How many times had I seen it used recently and wondered when it would be turned on me? I couldn’t move, though. Maybe that made me stupid but I trusted him. Would he really kill me after everything? Not knowing drove me insane. It wasn’t a surprise though, I never could see his future and since I began traveling with him I could no longer see my own. There was a point in my life where I would have hated that… but now I trusted him. He had saved my life more than once, so why would he end it now?

Click.

The safety was off. He was serious about this. I looked over the barrel at his mismatched eyes. His right was an aqua blue but his left was gunmetal gray. The pupil was just a prick of black in the middle compared to the right which was dilated in the semi-darkness. He was focused. I knew he was calculating his shot perfectly, ignoring the stray hair that had fallen into his face. Why hadn’t he pulled the trigger yet? We’d been standing here for a while, both of us breathing hard and sweating from the chase. I shivered with fear and anticipation. Was he giving me a chance to escape? He never let a target get away, that wasn’t like Dante. I wasn’t going to run anyway. If it had to end then let it be by his hand. He had to know. “I’m not going to run. I won’t –“

BANG!!

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