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“Hey Red, I've been thinking about doing this all night.”
And then the gun fired.
It sent a loud crack through the air as Red gasped in shock.
He felt the crimson dripping from where his skin should be sealed. He laid his hand over the blood stained area on his already red suit, feeling as the blood seeped through his fingers with a look of horror and fear on his face.
There was a figure. A person?? No it wasn’t even close to one. It stared at Red with fear and disgust as it faded in to look at him and then faded away
After a few minutes Red was surrounded by people though he couldn’t see anything he could only rely on his hearing as he was fading in and out of consciousness. He would only open his eyes to see blurred figures standing over him asking him questions he didn’t have the power to answer. The figures were pressing down on him checking for signs of life but Red couldn’t do anything to show them he was okay, all he could do was stare into the bright light that was now being shone in his face.
The light started to move left to right as a familiar face was asking him if he remembered his name. He was too focused on trying to figure who this man was to answer. More people started to crowd Red as somebody leaned over him, he wasn’t the tallest of men but he was wearing a blue hoodie and a yellow overcoat. Why did he look familiar?
“His name is Red”
Somebody snapped at the yellow overcoat guy telling him to stay out of it, the yellow guy recoiled hissing something back.
Everybody was telling Red everything was going to be fine and he was going to make it but when you get shot you have that feeling of doubt, you know you *could* make it but what's really the point of trying? Why couldn't he just die right there? On the pavement of his boyfriend's house too. What if he was the one who shot him? Why should he live to confront him again if he was?
The blood kept seeping through Red’s suit like it was nothing, everything hurt and he wished people would stop touching him and asking him things. He was able to breathe but it was stuttered and it burned as he inhaled. He grunted as he was placed onto some sort of deflated mattress as another blurred figure stood over him and asked for his name again.
He tried to say something but nothing came out as he gagged and faded into unconsciousness once more, getting the final image of his blood on his boyfriend's sidewalk.
Red was getting dragged away from the house as a few people carried him off to a wide, flat spaced opening as people around him kept screaming that his pulse was getting low. Some people were just arguing while some were just straight out fist fighting over whos fault it was. All Red could really see was just glares of light over him as he mumbled inaudible things to himself.
Parrot was waiting around Red, he was there with him the whole time. He was leaning against Spoke who seemed almost dazed at the current situation, almost like he wasn’t able to believe what happened, or he chose not to believe it.
They were both given permission to go closer to Red but neither wanted to; they didn’t want to see him bleed out while nobody did anything to help, he was a “lost man” already as Spoke put it. As if Red was a dying squirrel on the road.
“This is crazy”
Yeah. That's one way to say it.