Single Bullet Theory

- 3 -

If they don't see you, than they can't kill you. If they don't find you, they can't kill you. If they can't hear you, they can't kill you. If they find me, I'm dead.

James rose to his feet,which where bare and bloody. The cigarette that had been so carefully hanging at the side of his mouth had burned to nothing but the filter. " Ugh..." He felt the world spin and twirl in front of him as he collapsed to the ground once again and coughed repeatably. Some blood splattered onto his worn in grey sweater as his wobbly legs finally to him to a standing position. As he rose, he noticed he was laying a dirty, debris covered stage. "Where am I now?" he thought to himself as he hoped off the stage and wandered around what appeared to be a deserted bar.

Empty mugs hang behind the bar, which was covered in a thick layer of dust. An old signed flickered in the corner, the letters read out Heaven's Night.

"have a seat my son." said a voice off at the end of the bar.

James spung as he heard the voice, his overly large grey sweater swaying as he moved, one hand on at his belt as he turned like an old gunslinger prepared to draw at any moment. " Who are you?!" he says to a hunched over figure.