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"Pity he took the pin."
Not to bad for my last words I suppose, If I had more time, I bet I could have come up with something a bit more⦠snarky? Eh, doesn't matter. I'm going to die. There is nothing I can do, I am watching the pin right now slowly falling to the mossy stone below.
It was amusing watching his face, turn into one of horror, the gun still pointed in my direction, and that plucky blond cheerleader like chick staring at me, stupidly stepping back, her ebony leather boots slowly scraping at the foliage under her boots. Funny how you pay attention to detail when you are about to die, wasn't your life supposed to flash through your eyes?
But her, staring at her made his heart sink, filling with pain. I did not want to hurt her, but she made her own choice. She chose HIM of all people over ME. It was her fault this happened, I wanted none of this to happen, she was not supposed to get hurt, now I was the one to hurt her. To cause her this pain.
I had no more regrets. I made my choice. She made hers.
A ping ranged out as the pin hit the terrain, twisting in the air as It bounced back up. I could see a flash of white out of the corner of my eye, the grenade was starting to explode, the pain in my side was excruciating, drowning out whatever they decided their last words would be. Not that I cared any more.
I had to stop him, this would do it. This simple explosion. If it did not kill him, at least he got his other girl. Not that he needed her, he already stole his. Selfish wanker that bloke is.
I cringed in pain, agony coursed through my veins, it was spreading quickly throughout my body, begging to snuff out my existence. Yet, I had a smile on my face as I went out, I know I did, I was taking him down with me. That is all that mattered.
Pity he took the pin.
