[ The gun was... scary. He stood there in contemplation for awhile, but something in him told him to touch it, that the gun was what he was there for. He bent down, picking it up in one fluid motion. He's never held a gun before. It was incredibly heavy. The blood seemed to seep into his skin, and then-- ]
[ He was running, fast, but there was more than just a shadow. A black smog filled the entire memory, and it cut through his sense along with the gunshot like a knife through butter. Not only was the blood slippery, but he dropped it in utter shock, his wet hand flying to his chest, panting hard. He was trying to catch his breath, white mist huffing and puffing into the cold night air. He stood quickly, stumbling to his feet. ]
Oh-- [ A worried huff, but then, he ward the voice, and... ]
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[ He was running, fast, but there was more than just a shadow. A black smog filled the entire memory, and it cut through his sense along with the gunshot like a knife through butter. Not only was the blood slippery, but he dropped it in utter shock, his wet hand flying to his chest, panting hard. He was trying to catch his breath, white mist huffing and puffing into the cold night air. He stood quickly, stumbling to his feet. ]
Oh-- [ A worried huff, but then, he ward the voice, and... ]