Death
By 32-star
All the pain and truth of his situation couldn't stop his actions. His steady breathing couldn't hide his pounding heart, beating away the seconds of life, an inbuilt countdown till the final moment. Death. He could feel it creeping up on him, the cold metallic taste of it hung in the air. The deathly drumming deep within him sped up before the final moment. The sound is clear. The sound stopped. Silence.
The flow of life spread around him, seeping into the snatching ground, as if the life couldn't be stolen any quicker. The man's arm, still outstretched, trembled.
This is open in interpretation, it could be Alex as the one holding the gun, or Alex and the person facing death. to be honest the people sort of kept switching until somehow in my mind Alex was both. As if by his own actions he was killing himself.