Goretober Day 21: Heartache by wenmistry on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

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The slide snapped back into place, and Godfrey’s heart stopped just as quickly as his feet. He could feel his pulse in every inch of his body, its pace picking up more and more by the second. The cacophony of his blood pounding in his ears made his thoughts echo unbearably inside his head. Oisín had got to it first.

‘Don’t bother, Patrick.’ His voice shook feebly, entirely unthreatening. ‘I knew you’d go for it. I’ve… I’ve had it hidden for weeks.’

He’d been planning this for weeks?

‘Oisín…’

‘Don’t. Move.’

Old metal rattled together as Oisín adjusted the gun in his quivering hands. He wasn’t holding it right, and he didn’t know how to shoot it, but he didn’t need to. He wasn’t going to.