He ran with every ounce of power and adrenaline pumping through his veins. The ground clacked and thumped under the force of his heels.

A shadow turned to the right.

He kept running and held his gun steady when he turned the corner. The shadow moved again, this time to the left. He followed, immediately coming to a stop when he realized he had run into an open space. He was exposed. An uneasy tingle shivered up his spine.

After that it all happened so fast. The first bullet hit him in the shoulder, the second in the stomach and the third in the leg. He could faintly hear the sound of laughter as he crumpled to the ground in a heap. It was wet and the cold made his wounded body shiver. In the distance the familiar song and dance of sirens shook the air, as always accompanied by the flicker of red and blue. He was fading now, his eyes squinting into the night sky.

He felt relaxed.

Easy.

Weightless.

His brown eyes slowly slid shut while his breathing drew short. He was probably going to die here. It was the last thought that crossed his mind before he slipped into darkness.

Emily Levesque grinned at the woman currently slouched at the opposite end of her couch. She nudged her foot against the woman's leg and snickered into her coffee. "I knew he was going to do that you know…ask you out." This time it was her turn to flinch.

"You're such a bitch! You knew and yet you still let the guy ask knowing he didn't stand a chance." Stephanie McMahon's eyes betrayed her stern expression. She withdrew her hand after landing an amused punch to her best friend's arm. "God, sometimes I wonder why I even like you." It was said in jest and thankfully she was saved from having to hear a response when her eight year old son promptly shoved a toy car in her face.

"Look mom, it's Lightning McQueen!"

"Why do you always get to be Lightning and I have to be Nater?"

The two women shared a knowing glance. It was getting to that time of the evening. Rather than let it progress, they quickly swallowed whatever coffee was remaining in their cups and stood.

"Oliver, sweetie, it's time to go," Stephanie called, affectionately ruffling his mop of dark brown hair. The boy stared up at her obviously not wanting to stop playing but seemingly relieved at getting out of an explanation as to his choice of toys.

"But I don't want Olly to go!"

Emily smiled at her own son, her eyes almost wicked in delight. "But it's bath time, hun, and I know how much you love bath time."

"Mom," the young boy groaned in embarrassment. He looked to his friend, cheeks red and head dipped low. "See you at school."

"See ya tomorrow, Danny."

As coats and hats were gathered on and coffee cups washed out in the sink, the shrill ring of the telephone cut the air. "I'll get it!" Emily called to her husband in the den who didn't look like he was planning to move anyway. She wasn't exactly sure but from the sounds of it the game was neck and neck. That man wasn't moving anywhere until the final whistle. She absently shook her head and lifted the phone, her attention on the pair just about to set foot out the door.

"I'll call you tomorrow, Ems," Stephanie called over her shoulder, her foot hovering above the front door step when she received no response. She turned, ushering her son around in front of her for good measure and instantly recognized the stricken look on Emily's face. "What is it?" Something was wrong and when the phone clicked back into position, Stephanie gently grasped the other woman around both arms. "Emily, what's wrong?"

Emily stared ahead in disbelief. Now her husband was standing before her, obviously alarmed by the tone of Stephanie's voice. She looked at both of them unable to hide the tears swimming in her eyes. "I have to get to Boston. It's…it's my brother. He's been shot."

A/N - I officially have a disease. I'm so damn sorry to those who voted on the poll and yes, my word is basically worthless lol. I can't help it! I try not to post new stuff but I'll be damned if it isn't really fucking hard not to just write when the urge comes. I do apologize for not sticking to it but I DO intend to finish my other projects, I really do. I CAN. I WILL. BELIEVE THAT...I don't know why I said that I don't even like Roman Reigns. Anyways. Wrestlemania week is here and OTP are all over the fucking place so I'm posting this. Sorry and fuck meerkat : )