YOU ARE ALIVE!

"Fuck".

Damon cursed and fell to his knees.

His hands trembling as he tried to stop the bleeding from his groin, but the blood flowing down like a tap made him have a heart attack.

He put a hand up in a stop sign, catching his breath.

"Ma...maybe, we...we ... Can talk about this...huh?"

Antonio stepped forward blankly, towering over him with the gun still pointing at him, his expression cold.

"You touched her with those hands".

He fired the shots again, the bullet hitting Damon's hands this time.

He repeated again and again and again emptying the gun.

Angela was as shocked as she was terrified. She was crying and screaming with her hands over her ears.

At the end of the gunshots,Damon's body slumped into the pool of his own blood rushing across the floor.

The light fading from his eyes.

The hall fell silent, the echoes of the gunshots fading into nothingness.

Antonio lowered the gun, his breath shaking slightly. He turned to Angela, who was staring at him, her face a mix of relief and