Title: Sunrise
Warnings: Slight slash, also blood
Instead of a summary I'll give a sappy quote
You're the moment the sun rises
Like always ignore the mistakes
Enjoy yourselves!
Sunrise
The moon was full, shining between bright stars and perfecting a beautiful night. Christophe could feel the blood running down his shoulder, leaving a track of red drops after him. He limped. His hand was pressed against his side, his breath intermittent and irregular. He hoped he didn't break his rips. He hoped nobody followed him. He hoped he would make it.
The mission seemed easy. Stealing a CD out of store-house only guarded by some unarmed security men. He broke the lock at the back door open and started searching the CD, avoiding the guards. Before he found it, he heard a growling.
He tried to go faster. It was getting colder. Wondering if it was going to snow he looked at the sky. The moon was blurring and his legs started shaking
He shot two of them. The other three had surrounded him,carefully not to come any closer when they saw what he did to the first ones. He tried to lift his arm to shot them too, but a sharp pain stopped him.
He looked at his shoulder and noticed the blood.
Just a few more streets. Around the corner and he would be almost there. The shaking got worse and his thoughts were racing. He tried to concentrate, to keep himself connected with the present but it was still getting cold and with every step his sight was blurring more and more
One left. He wasn't sure if he really killed the the other two but at least they weren't moving anymore. He had only two shoots left. For a moment they started at each other. He was captivated by the bloody mouth. The dog was concentrated on his left hand. They both wondered who would be faster.
Then the growling started again and he lifted his gun.
The pain didn't stop. But it got lighter and endurable. It was coming from far away, from the borders of his mind, not getting deep enough to really be important. He closed his eyes, opened them again and noticed that everything was black. He was lying on his back, not remembering falling, and started at a sky whose stars and moon were replaced with darkness.
''Christophe.'' A soft voice. Slowly he opened his eyes. Blue eyes were staring down at him, looking slightly concerned. Gregory. ''What...'' He tried to move his head to see where he was. When he moved his shoulder he panted. ''Relax.'' Gregory pressed him back on the bed. ''You broke two of your rips. I wouldn't tried to move if I were you.'' He looked down at him, carefully not make unnecessary moves. His arm was bandaged. Slowly he let his breath out again, remembering how much broken rips hurt. But instead of the excepted pain in his chest he only felt a slight sting. ''You gave me painkillers?'' Gregory nodded. ''A lot.''Normally he didn't take pills. Gregory know that. ''Where did you find me?'' ''A few streets away from my house. Lucky I took the same way as you.'' he smiled a bit. Christophe frowend. He could feel his limps becoming numb again. His energy vanished, leaving his body longing for sleep. This time he didn't tried to fight it. ''Why?'' He had to get that question out, before his consciousness was slipping again. ''Maybe I was waiting for you. Maybe you didn't come back.'' Gregorys voice was coming from far away, slightly expended. His vision got unclear again. Before he felt asleep again he looked out of the window and noticed that the sun was rising.