A/N: "Mature" rating for violence, language, and sex.
Title is inspired by Pretty Thoughts (FKJ Remix) by Alina Baraz and Galamatias.
Fic loosely inspired by Republic City Blues by Beech27.
You don't need a gun to kill someone, but it sure does make it a hell of a lot easier. I laugh, spitting the blood into the puddle that's already collected on the ground from the punctures in my body. None of it compares to the worst pain of all. I don't worry though, nothing they do will keep me from the inevitable. I'll be with her soon. The blood drips from my mouth as I smile the ugliest smile I can manage as I look at the goons that surround me.
Hiroshi narrows his beady eyes and gestures to those fools surrounding him. They come looming in and I know it's only a matter of seconds until I'm in for the final round. Part of me wishes someone would put the cold barrel of a revolver up to my temple and pull the trigger. Make it fast and easy. But then again, the universe never did me any favors.
I smile more wickedly, this time with dark red surely staining my teeth as the world starts to fade around me.
Yeah, you don't need guns, but it would make this a hell of a lot easier.