Disclaimer and author's notes:
See part 1.
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Sforzando: strongly accented; a sudden, sharp increase of volume on one note or a cluster of notes
Goren's footsteps pulse in a sharp staccato beat that clicks along the paved sidewalks. The suspect's shoes scuffle with muffled scrapes as his ragged breathing rings hollowly in his ears. His heart is slamming against his ribs like a wild beast in a cage.
They emerge into an empty parking lot. The suspect stumbles to a halt, his lungs burning and his chest heaving; he gasps like a gulping fish for air, his wheezes dragging heavily against the roughness of his dry throat. Behind him he can hear the detective gaining.
He places one foot forward, one hand in his pocket, and wheels about as Goren appears in his line of vision.
The gun bursts, a loud crack that snaps the brittle air.
Goren cannot see. Stars are exploding in his head, shimmering behind his eyes. He is blinded, and dizzy, and sways on his feet in a spinning daze before tumbling to the ground.
Then there is the red stain of blood, the red blaze of pain. He is descending into fire, into an agony that has no limits. His limbs are paralysed, he cannot move, he cannot think.
Darkness, he prays, silence, and both consume him in an instant.
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See part 1.
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Sforzando: strongly accented; a sudden, sharp increase of volume on one note or a cluster of notes
Goren's footsteps pulse in a sharp staccato beat that clicks along the paved sidewalks. The suspect's shoes scuffle with muffled scrapes as his ragged breathing rings hollowly in his ears. His heart is slamming against his ribs like a wild beast in a cage.
They emerge into an empty parking lot. The suspect stumbles to a halt, his lungs burning and his chest heaving; he gasps like a gulping fish for air, his wheezes dragging heavily against the roughness of his dry throat. Behind him he can hear the detective gaining.
He places one foot forward, one hand in his pocket, and wheels about as Goren appears in his line of vision.
The gun bursts, a loud crack that snaps the brittle air.
Goren cannot see. Stars are exploding in his head, shimmering behind his eyes. He is blinded, and dizzy, and sways on his feet in a spinning daze before tumbling to the ground.
Then there is the red stain of blood, the red blaze of pain. He is descending into fire, into an agony that has no limits. His limbs are paralysed, he cannot move, he cannot think.
Darkness, he prays, silence, and both consume him in an instant.
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