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His gun. Thatís what she wanted. His gun. She wanted it. It was under him. It pushed against his chest as he laid there. That was what she wanted. That was why she was shouting at him. She couldnít see the gun and for whatever reason or another she knew about it and she wanted it away from him. He knew why. She wanted to stop him. She wanted to make him not kill. She knew he was a monster and she knew that there was no going back for him and she was right and he was really what she saw him as even though he didnít want that and he didnít want to kill and he didnít want to do it and he had to give her the gun. He had to. He had to stop himself. He had to give her the gun.

But could he do that?

Could he trust her?

He didnít know.

She was his friend. He wanted to trust her. She was his friend and she was there and she could help him and she was stopping him and he wanted to trust her and he wanted to but he didnít know if he could because he couldnít see her he didnít know what she was doing where she had been what she had done and he wanted to he wanted to he wanted to but he couldnít and-

And then she kicked him.

Sudden clarity, sudden light as his body rolled at the force of the kick. His arm hurt. His eyes hurt, as the sun shone itself into his eyes. His hearing faded out again, as he realised what happened. She attacked him. She hit him. She hurt him and he didnít know what that meant he didnít know whether she was getting him to answer getting him to speak getting him to give the gun away or was she attacking him to hurt him cripple him kill him he didnít know he didnít know and he was looking around and the sun was in his eyes and he had to do something he didnít know what he didnít know why and he didnít have to know he just had to do something. Anything.

But why?

And then he saw her.

Standing over him.

She was angry. She was mad.

She was going to kill him. He knew that. He could see that.

But didnít he want that?

He didnít know he didnít know he didnít know and he was scared. She was there. She had a gun in her hands. She was going to kill him. He knew that he knew but he didnít know if he wanted that he didnít know he didnít know and he didnít want it to happen now he had to think he had to think and he had to do something stop her not let her kill him just stop her do something do something find the-

Find the gun.

His hand went out. Shaking. Quivering, moving across the ground trying to find it trying to get to it quickly and he had to he had to.

He had.

His hand went across the hold. He grabbed it. He moved it. To him.

Irene was there, in front of him.

She wanted to kill him.

Did he want that?

He didnít know.

He didnít know and he was scared and he had to do something he had to stop her so hands shaking he picked the gun up moved it hands shaking pointed it at her and held it there.

He had to do something. He had to stop her.

Did he want to die?

He didnít know.

He didnít know.

He didnít know and he had to figure it out and as he pulled the trigger the noise once again filled the air and he couldnít think couldnít see couldnít hear and
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