A/N: My first FanFic, my first White Collar Fic and my first 1st person piece. I own nothing except this specific arrangement of three hundred and fifty words on a page.
My heart beat against my chest like a drum as I took in the scene around me. I stood with my back to the desk, grasping it with both hands as I tested the strength of the zip tie around my wrists. From where I stood, I could see everything happening outside the room. I saw the entry teams, one on each side. I made the briefest of eye contact with Peter; he held up three fingers. My heart sank. I knew this was about to get really bad.
He was so nervous the first round missed; the monitor beside me exploded in a shower of sparks. I jumped, and I never saw the second shot. My shoulder exploded in a world of pain, and I barely managed to catch myself on the edge of the desk as my legs gave out. I mumbled something incoherent, but he must have understood what I said as his third shot didn't miss. I slammed hard against the ground as blood from my stomach pooled around me. I barely managed to set my jaw before the world exploded in a haze of smoke and fire. I couldn't hear a thing as blood pounded against my ears - I could do nothing but watch feet come in and out of my vision. I felt small hands on my shoulders before Peter's face was in front of mine. He must have applied pressure, as the world woke up to me once more. I moaned as my hands were freed, and I quickly brought them around me, trying to push him away. I felt hands on me as I was rolled onto my back. I couldn't stop the groan that escaped my lips, which quickly turned into a scream. There was yelling and crying and talking, but all I could do was slap the ground with my fist as I felt my grip on consciousness begin to weaken. As I took shuddering breaths my vision began to tunnel, and the last thing I saw was Peter's brown eyes locked on mine, tears streaming down his face.