Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own the rights to Bourne or any such related-ness.
A/n: Next in my Over-The-Holidays Prompt series (also completely unrelated to any other prompt-written wee one-shots). Same as the rest, the prompt used is just there in italics. Also unrelated, the title was inspired by my favorite song "Over My Shoulder" by my new addiction, Mika.
Moon
Moonlight penetrates the darkness. It gleams off the gun barrel. It bathes the rooftop in a silvery glow. Figures dart between shadows, highlighted for only an instant when a moonbeam touches them. Shouts and yells are heard.
He glances back and speaks softly, but truthfully. He knows he is trapped. He knows there is probably only one way out. He refuses to take it – he'll make another way out.
The other man hesitates… he listens… he asks questions and gets the truth in return. Truth he has known himself for some time but has not truly thought about or believed.
The other man does not pull the trigger.
BANG.
But someone else does.
He falls off the roof, tumbling end over end, spiraling out of control, agony coursing through his body from collective injuries.
The moon beams track his swift descent. They sparkle on the water below. He hits that water – hard.
The moon slides behind a cloud…
The body of Bourne is no where to be found the next day.
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A/n: Thanks for reading, and any review is of course loved and cherished. :D
