Boy killed Man
Summary: I wasn't sure how many bullets where left in the chamber...(W.C.H.H)
All characters etc are copyrighted to Matt Whyman - The plot of this fic however is mine
" ok " I breathed and touched the muzzle to my temple. " let's finish this"
click . . . click . . . click
I could laugh. I really shouldn't but I will. The Boy to the side looks at me wearily. I must be cracking up though. I never did keep track of how many where in the chamber, I wasn't so paranoid like Alberto. Unfortunatly because I have none I must wait a few seconds-vital seconds, that may waver my decision. Do I want to go?
My Mother, what would she do without me. Uncle Jairo, what would he do to her without me? I grit my teeth, shove what el Fantasma says. I throw the envelope with the season tickets in to the Kid.
" Get him some wings - give me the Gun" The Boy looked like he was going to puke but shakily he handed over his gun, and snatched away the tickets. The sun pelted onto my flightless back. I ran my fingers over the cold awaiting of the kid's gun.
" Heh Sorry el Fantasma but I ain't leavin' to see my buddy Alberto just yet." The Boss looks furious. Too bad that's the last look I ever see on his face. The shock on Manu's and Uncle Jairo's faces are theirs too.
The Kid stumbles to the car and clutches the tickets.
" Po-r Favor !" I show my hands and say:
" Move and forget, you don't want anything to do with this biz. Trust me" He nods and smiles.
" Gracias Senor !" he quickly left. Then I realized.
He...charged like 'berto.
Boy Kills Man by Matt Whyman
I felt that it shouldn't have ended in the way it did so I wanted to add some more to it. Hey If I read it again and enjoy it I'll make a proper fic about it.
So I guess this is like a teaser...
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