The pain, in all my years of a Turk I thought I had grown accustomed to the pain of a bullet, burying itself deep within ones bowels. My hand slowly reached to the epicentre of the pain, where it was flowing out like an earthquake wracking my body as I trembled. Bringing my hand away from the ghastly wound the blood slowly dripped off my fingers to fall to the clean white floors beneath me.
Hojo's cackles of victory erupted around the room bouncing off of every surface to resound in my ears. Lifting my head I looked through blurry eyes to see my beautiful Lucreica my forbidden fruit look at me aghast.
"Lu-Lucrecia" the whispered words drifted from my lips, I needed her, I needed her love, at least her help. The words brought blood to my throat, which I gagged on. I was dying I really was dying, and all of my life had brought me to this moment. For what? A failed attempt to help the one I loved to salvation, one who didn't want saving but needed it.
Hearing Lucrecia's hurried footsteps run away into the corridor was as if the bullet was twisting itself, lodging itself deeper with in me. I'm not sure what pains me more the bullet or Lucrecia's betrayal of me.
Before I could decide my knees had given way and my body crumpled to the ground. My eyes were closing slowly, shutting off the world. A black pool was surrounding me, my own lifeblood, or was it hell itself opening up underneath me to take me to its demonic bowels. If it is hell I must already be there for I can hear Hojo's approach.
AN: A oneshot for now. Hope you enjoyed, please leave a review.
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