[HEADING=3]Before[/HEADING]
Joe saw the gun rise, 'This was really it'
The gun cocked back, 'I'm really going to die'
Joe closed his eyes, I'm sorry...'
There was a sound, but not the bang of a gun. As Joe looked over, the gun clattered across the chrome tiled floor as it hit Joe's feet. He couldn't believe it, Will was alive in there!
But looking at his face, Joe knew exactly what Will wanted him to do. The question was could Joe, the failure as a friend, manage to do this last request.
[HEADING=3]After[/HEADING]
Joe grabbed the gun, the cold steel against his trembling hand. Using the wall, he managed to shakely get up off the ground, and through a great deal of effort make it to beside Will.
Omicron's words echoed in his mind. 'It might hurt now, but it is a good thing.'
Joe raised his hand up the gun shaking, he grabbed it with two hands to try to stabilize it, his left arm throbbing. "I'm so sorry this needed to happen!" Joe said as he lined up the gun for Will's temple (forehead).