A/N: Part one of two. Warning for violence.
Stab
The pain was hot and searing, burning away reason and sense, leaving nothing but itself. The world started spinning, spiralling downwards, or maybe it was just him, falling, deeper and deeper, as if there was no ground beneath. When the impact finally came, it felt as if he had been stabbed over again. Black dots danced in his blurry vision, his breath was knocked out of him, he was fighting back nausea, knowing that it was a fight already lost.
He did not know where he found the strength to point the gun at his opponent and pull the trigger.