I collapse to my knees, a pool of blood enveloping them. I stare down at it, watching it spread out across the road. My reflection in it is blurred, and the more I look at it, the more I wonder how all of it got here. I don't feel anything wrong, the blood is not mine. As I glance around me, bodies of people lay near me. Their bodies rest distorted on the ground, limbs twisted unnaturally and disfigured.
I did this.
Pride wells up in my chest, but also disgust. Useless people, so weak and pathetic, easily taken down that it's pitiful. Good riddance. I close my eyes, breathing in contentedly at my success and the pleasure I had.
A faint breeze rustles my hair and the soft hum of an engine reverberates through my bones. I can feel the car lingering overhead, assessing the situation, before landing opposite me. Men stream out of the car, their feet pounding on the ground and barking orders.
Opening my eyes with annoyance at the disturbance, the men are standing at the ready like a firing squad prepared to execute a criminal. My breathing hitches, they're aiming at me. But I'm not a criminal, I did nothing wrong.
Another car looms overhead, I can faintly hear a reporter relaying the events happening before my eyes. The men yelling at me to slowly raise my hands and turn my back to them but I can't move nary a muscle. Panic rushes through my veins as the men fire, the guns going off as the bullets race towards me. The first one hits my cheek and explodes into a million fragments upon impact. The others burst into shards as they hit me and I want to laugh at their stupidity, they can't harm me.
A gun clicks behind me, I feel his presence too late to respond. I close my eyes as the gun goes off and everything goes dark.