Author's Note: Formerly RegularShowFan1592. Good to be back. :) So, this is just something I thought of making. This is like a little prologue. How does it sound?


A dark alleyway. Pitch black. Two figures hobbled down it, a light rain pattering the ground. Soft, rustling noises, mixed with agonizing groans, were coming from within. Blood slowly seeped out the alley, draining into a gutter along the damp sidewalk.

"Come on, dude. We're almost there, just a few more feet! You…you can make it!" a voice plead.

Another voice replied, exhausted, "No, I can't. It's too painful…"

"Put me down. I need to rest," the voice ordered.

"O-okay, but just for a minute."

As they caught their breath, an unknown, unsettling moaning was heard in the distance.

"Man, they're closing in! We've gotta go! You know they like-"

"I can't."

"Yes, you can! Now get up!"

The person wheezed heavily, "I said I can't…"

The other one grabbed him by the shoulder, "Man, I said GET UP-"

"I CAN'T. Just leave me here! I'm dead weight, slowing you down!"

The person shook his head, "I'm not leaving you! Not like this, bleeding out in some alley! We're friends!"

He pushed him away, with little strength he had, "We were friends...once," He looked back down to the road, then back to his so-called friend, "Now go, before they hear any more. I-I don't want to have you d-die because of me. Besides…" he wheezed again, "it's over…"

The dying man pulled from his torn-up sack a silver-plated revolver, with some initials etched crudely into the side.

The one standing above him paused in shock, staring at the gun, "Wh-what? Where the hell did you get that? That's-"

Click went the lever.

He begged, "No. Please. Dude, d-don't. I…I-I can help you…"

He looked back up with a smile, his eyes gleaming in the moonlight, "I'm sorry. It's too late."

The other tried one more time to help, desperately grabbing the gun from his partner, "NO, IT'S NOT!"

They wrestled for the pistol on the wet, frigid ground, water splashing around them; noises closing in.

Tugging back and forth, fighting to save the other.

"STOP! LET ME-"

Bang.