Gunshot
Droplets of water rained heavily from the sky, forcing my clothes to cling to the curves of my body. My long black hair was plastered to my face. Both of my arms were outstretched, grasping tightly to a gun, which was aimed at BK-201. No one knows of his true identity. I was told to capture him and kill him. He had to die or else the world will be driven into chaos. But I hesitated. This man has saved me countless of times. I couldn't just repay him by shooting him in the chest. My finger rested on the trigger of the gun. BK-201 stood motionless in front of me. Both of his hands were risen above his head. His mysterious eyes watched me through his white mask, waiting for me to make a move. My heart raced as my finger itched to pull the trigger. I had to admit to myself, even though I had no idea who he was or what he looked like, I had somehow fallen for him. But will I let my feelings get in the way of my duty as a detective? I couldn't think straight. My mind couldn't process right, so my eyes blinked a few times and before I realized what I had done, a gunshot was heard. I had pulled the trigger and shot him. His body collapsed to the ground as if in slow motion and landed on the ground. A puddle of blood trickled out of his wound. I dropped my gun onto the ground as I widened my dark brown eyes. I used the last bullet I had left to shoot the one man that I have ever loved. As I stared at his body, my hands began to tremble as tears trickled down my cheeks. I cried for the first time, since I was a young girl because I never told him how I truly felt about him and never told him goodbye...