The brown haired intern tried to swallow the thick saliva in his mouth as he nervously stared down the barrel of a gun. The man holding it was obviously intoxicated of sorts and was shaking as he tried to keep his arm steady. The man on the receiving end of the gun, arms raised, tried to reason with the drunkard.

"Look, I don't want any trouble-"

"SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP!"

The drunk man ran a hand through his greasy hair as his finger hung loosely on the trigger.

"I need you to tell me where, where she is."

He was slurring his words and was convulsing even more than before. The intern attempted again to swallow the thick bile that was forming but he felt like throwing up, which wouldn't help in this particular situation.

"I don't know who you're talking about, I really, I-I have no idea-"

The man spat on the ground before jerking forward and pressing the gun against the other man's face. The brunette man stumbled backwards against the rust coloured wall and almost yelped.

"Don't play with me. I know you know where she is."

The man's finger played over the trigger once more, and he tightened his grip as the brunette's face was pushed sideways against the brick.

"TELL ME, DAMMIT!"

The intern was visibly in distress, as flecks of spittle flew onto his cheek.

"I don't know, I don't know!"

Those words were all he could muster. He could see the drunken man out on the corner of his eye, face red and blazing with anger.

"You son of a bitch. WHERE HAVE YOU TAKEN HER!?"

The gun was starting to hurt as it pressed into his cheekbone.

"I'm not afraid to use this, YOU HEAR ME? I'm not a sissy little bitch like you, and your scum little gang. You better not have hurt her."

"I – I…"

The brown haired intern stammered. His eyes were stinging, to the brink of crying. This was all too much. He had been threatened with a gun before, but not like this. Not where he couldn't reason his way out of the situation. The gun-bearing man snarled and moved the gun from his cheek, stepping backwards a few paces. The man seemed composed and calm on the outside, and the intern wondered if he had realised this was all a mistake and that he knew nothing about this woman he was talking about.

The man slowly raised the gun, and aimed it at the brunette's forehead.

"If you've hurt her, if you've even laid a FINGER on her, you deserve to die."

"N-no, this is all a mistake-"

"The only mistake I've made is keeping you alive this long. You've got one chance to tell me where she is."

The intern wanted to cry. He didn't know. He didn't know.

"I don't know…"

The man growled and placed his finger on the trigger for the last time.

"You son of a bitch."

The intern closed his eyes as the gunshot echoed through the alley.