He had been in this predicament before. Actually, twice before. Once at a convenience store. And again, at the hands of a merciless kidnapper. But he never once thought that he would ever find himself in such a life or death situation like this again. Let alone, it never crossed his mind that he would lying out on the cold, concrete floor, bleeding from yet another gunshot wound. And this time, his siblings were there with him. He could hear the muffled voices of his older brother, and younger sister. He coughed as he felt yet another sharp pain snake its way across his chest. The wounded kid could feel the hand of his older brother comforting him by running his hand through the fur on the side of his head. Then he heard the squeaky voice of his baby sister, he felt a tear escape one eye and fall down the length of his face. He never meant to have his siblings go through such a painful experience like the one that all three of them were in as of currently. The injured child had been shot protecting his sister from one of their captors when they had tried to put a bullet through the little girl's head. It had happened all too quickly. His older brother had been knocked out cold. And the captor had gotten sick of keeping an eye on their hostages. So he had loaded the gun and placed the barrel of the firearm towards the girl's head. That was when, being the big brother that he was, stood in between the captor and his baby sister, and sadly, and unfortunately had taken a bullet to the chest.
The next thing he remembered was hearing his sister screaming, and seeing through blurred vision, his older brother jerking up from he was laying just before. And he thought he heard his captor cuss to himself as he had just used up the only bullet in his firearm. The injured puppy child wondered what in the world did he, and his siblings ever do to deserve being abducted. He, even though he was on the brink of losing consciousness, allowed a thought to race across his mind.
Oh yeah, that's right. It's because WB's frickin mad that Dad and Mom got to keep us. That's why we are even here. And that's why I'm shot… again!
The injured kid coughed as another sharp pain shot through his chest. Suddenly, his older brother barely lifted his head up.
"Can you hear me? Please, please don't die on us… please?"
The last word he heard his brother say sounded more like a piteous please .
The injured kid clenched his teeth, and squeezed his already shut eyes as he tried to breathe, nothing came out but ragged breaths as his capped head fell onto the ground. Then he felt his hand being lifted as his sister took a hold of it and squeezed it. He barely lifted an eyelid and saw that they were still in the workshop that their captors had taken them. He coughed again, then the hand that his sister was holding slipped out of hers, and back onto the ground. He heard his brother speak again.
"Stay with us."
The kid only took a ragged breath as his chest rose and fell with difficulty. The one kid holding his head began to cry softly as he rubbed the fur on his face.
"Stay with us. Please? "
The injured kid only whimpered and took ragged breaths as he slowly succumbed into unconsciousness, the ink bleeding out of his chest like a fountain of water.
