Disclaimer: I do not own Pandora Hearts
Adam Whannel was dying. Tiny rivulets of blood streamed down his face from the cuts. A small boy stared at his assassin, a big monster with a round bunny head and a giant axe. He was scared by his visage. A Cobalt .44 was close to his hands. If he could just reach his hands closer...the gun could be his.
" Go on, pick it up," the voice boomed from the assassin. Adam crawled towards the gun. Every inch closer he got to it he felt more blood trickle from the hole in his back. " Pick it up. What are you waiting for, pick if up." It was pointless. The moment his hands touched the gun he knew his hand would be cut off. " Pick it up! Pick it up! PICK IT UP!"
