Author's note: This story was written by only one of the two authors. My personal account is Ill Gotten Magic. I had just lost my password for my other personal account and I had to make a new one. Thanks! :3
Alex's POV
Alex Kralie only loaded his gun with one bullet. He hadn't expected to need any more, Jay wasn't exactly hard to hit.
And then the idiot just had to move and get himself shot in the hand.
Alex kept the gun trained on Jay. What he didn't know wouldn't kill him. Or rather, what was supposed to.
He hadn't said anything to him when he raised his weapon, like he did when he tried to shoot him and Jessica. He just couldn't bear it. A small part of sanity was left in Alex Kralie's mind, and it reminded him that Jay hadn't done anything to /purposefully/ make his life worse.
But the same force that made him hunt down his old friend and try to kill him spoke louder. "HE came around and the masked men decided to turn on you." It told him. "And they were even your friends, what's stopping Jay from doing the same?"
As he tried to force open the door Jay had disappeared behind, Alex had to hand it to him. Years of paranoia taught him how to lock a door. No bullets left to shoot the lock off, and after a couple of minutes of banging on the door, Alex gave up and walked back up the stairs.
Getting in his car, he cursed his luck after noticing Tim dashing towards Benedict Hall. Grumbling about his missed chance of killing two birds with one stone, Alex tossed his empty gun in the passengers' seat.