Obvious eyes stare into his own.
Raymond Prentiss Shaw.
He knows this. He knows and he is frustrated to realize his mind doesn't as his finger closes on the trigger.
For a moment he is relieved as Raymond is out of view although he knows it's only delaying the inevitable.
He tries his hardest but he can't seem to make his body listen to his demands.
Again eyes stare into his own. They aren't just any eyes.
They pierce him, as if they're trying to communicate and in his mind something triggers but is immediately suppressed.
He blinks his eyes and tries to clear the thoughts. Those eyes are looking at him. Resigned and understanding. As if they know what needs to be done.
Suddenly the face is gone and he sees a black suit in his vision.
As he pulls the trigger and hears the screams, he feels like screaming too. Memories come rushing back.
"...we're connected..." Wrong.
No connection. Shaw was dead, he only wished he was.
And as he pulls a gun to his head and the door is slammed open he hears a bang.
And all he knows are those eyes.
AN: Very OOC and not well written and super short. What can I say? please don't flame me?