He can lay the bike down.
Either one I will be happy with.
He chooses the latter.
Spinning my bike around, I look at him, through the tint, I can see that he is sure it’s me and he raises the gun. I kick over the bike and start to walk towards him.
The gun fires, but his hand is shaking so badly that he misses me. I slowly just shake my head as I continue.
The gun fires a second time.
He misses again.
I’m sure it’s drawing people out of the buildings around us.
A third shot fires and before I have a chance to raise my gun up and point it at him, I hear the scream from behind me. It pulls me back from J getting away, I can hear him laughing through the radio as I turn, looking over at the woman who is laying down, the sidewalk turns red around her.
“Fuck.” I murmur to myself as I move over to her.
“That’s your fucking problem Ro,” J shouts into the channel, “you’re worried about everyone else, as well. You have to look out for number 1.”
“J.”
“What?”
“I won’t stop until I watch your eyes turn cold.”
“Not before I make sure that whore of yours knows what she is exactly.”
“You touch her one more time, J, and I’ll rip your goddamn heart out through your throat.”
The sound of his laugh echoing through my helmet starts to fade out the further away from me that he rides. Flipping off the radio, I move over to the woman as she lies on the ground. The man standing over top of her holds onto her hand, I can hear the sobs come out as he hangs up the phone, asking whoever is on the other end to hurry. He stands up, moving over and making another call.
I don’t say anything as I approach her, somehow hoping that I can help, glancing over to where her significant other is off to the side on the phone, just raise the visor on my helmet as he looks up at me. “I’m on hold.” I still don’t say anything, just look at him. “She’s not going to make it.” He whispers, and I can hear the pain in his voice.
“You—”
“He’s right.” The woman on the ground coughs out. “I work in the ER. I see this every day.” She wheezes. “The exit wound is too large… I’m not going to survive.” She looks up at me now, her eyes pleading. “Please, don’t make me suffer.”
“You don’t—”
“I know you have to have a gun on you. Please,” She grabs a hold of me, “Put me out of the misery. Even if I survive, nothing will ever be the same.”
Slowly, I nod my head, even though I’m not okay with any of this. Glancing over to where her other half is at still on the phone.
“He knows that you didn’t do this.”
Killing innocents isn’t something that I’m okay with. J and others may not give a shit about it, but I do. It’s the small amount of morality that I can hang on to, to make sure that I don’t let myself fall too far. “Please.” She looks up at me again, the tears barely clinging onto her eyes without spilling out over. I can see the pain in her eyes. Pleading with me not to let her suffer any longer. But her face is stoic, she’s accepted her fate.
Please.Her voice echoes in my head again as her eyes continue to plead with me.
I can still hear J laughing in my head even though he’s long gone, by now.
“Please.” Her hand comes up, covering my own which is attempting to try and cover the wound which the blood is pouring out of her abdomen. Carefully my head moves down as I look at her, seeing her eyes and slight blood that has pooled into it. I’m not even sure why.
I glance again at the man on the phone, who glances over at us as his eyes furrow, and he locks them on me.
The tugging from underneath my cut catches my attention but before I have the time to look over the gunfire rings next to my ears, causing an instant ringing and I flinch before I look. Her head moves with the momentum of the bullet before she falls back. Her arm falling out next to her.
