1 Shot!
A light flickered off in an alley - a gun went off. A man in a cheap hockey mask ran the other way, a curse word escaped their lips as they fled. A man now on the ground, he was the opposite of the youth who ran, he was an old man with a frail frame and white hair who was sprawled out on the ground.
This old man's name was Xun, and he had just been shot!
Too slow and decrepit to react in time Xun had taken the impact, and was immediately assaulted from a sensation he was used to, but on an entirely different level - pain. He clenched his shirt with his wrinkle covered hands.
Falling to the ground part of his bones shuttered as he met the ground the impact coursing through his body and the blood that was leaving it.
He would be dead within moments. He was too weak to speak, to move a finger and in a moment more breathing would be impossible.
He waited the pain consoling his mind, his body scraping on the ground, his body writhing in pain from the bullet wound, he was dying and although he would have prefered to live, death had set its sights on him.
His death would have went down easier if he could have lived the rest of the year. Death however was something he expected, just not like this.
With less blood his mind quickly ran through any memories to cling to in his final moments, his thoughts were somewhat jumbled but Xun could only think that he was a bad human being.
He contributed nothing to society, he was practically for all intents and purposes a hermit.
Xun's desire he had found from his mind being in overdrive from all the adrenaline was that he really wanted to have some importance, yet he failed that he had wasted time.
Xun wasted so much fucking time, a waste of a perfectly good life thats what he was!
If only if he were young once more would he be able to accomplish if he had a clean slate to live, to show that he could get shit done.
He wanted to achieve something, to leave behind a legacy. The only thing that Xun would be leaving behind that day would be his corpse. His ordinarily lived corpse.
His death upon him, this feeling did not well with him, not at all.
He wanted to show them, his friends, his family, the whole damn world that he could become something too.
Xun's consciousness fading, his vision darkening and his eyelids like meteors crashed down.
His consciousness flickering, 'I want to become important' being his last thought following into the darkness.
And from darkness came clarity as he was thrown in that blanket of darkness to a well lit room filled. He felt no pain! People were in a state of hysteria, looking down at himself he joined them.
His shirt had blood on it, lots of blood.
The bullet wound however was not worsening.
He was alive!?
