I stood there, shaking, trembling, scared, afraid. The gun wavered in my hands as the tears fell from my eyes. The never ending of her screams of terror rung in my ears. It played through my head. The blood ran down the white walls, behind her lifeless... Headless body.
Blood pooled out around the stump of what was left of her neck. The bone protruded, broken, rigid. It reminded me of Black Panthers claws. Expect the fact that her neck bone was white and not silver. What was left of her head stuck to the wall with the blood. My whole body went numb and I dropped the gun.
It clattered to the ground as my knees buckled and I fell with the gun. I landed on my knees, tears still pouring down my face. I didn't know what I was going to do, but I knew I had to do something. The Avengers would be here soon and I couldn't let them see this mess that I had made.
But I had to make the choice that I made. She was going to kill me, I had no other choice. I bent over my legs and bawled my eyes out. A scream ripped forth from my throat as I realized what I had done to her.
She didn't deserve to go out like that, but she did. My best friend. I shot and killed my best friend cold blooded. Oh gosh. What would the Avengers think of me now if they knew that I had killed her.
Thoughts raced through my mind, causing me to scream even louder than before. I heard a door slam shut and I freaked out. They were back. I quickly gathered up her body and shoved it in a closet. I looked down to see blood soaking my shirt and jeans.
I opened the door up a crack, looked both ways, and ran towards my room. Someone stopped me halfway to my room.
"Hey, you okay Kiayna?" I recognized the voice. I looked up and saw Steve standing right in front of me.