Anarchie, Tome 4 : Annihilation

A deafening bang ripped through the air the moment my finger put pressure on the trigger, launching a bullet from the chamber of my gun. Everything seemed to freeze around me as I stood locked in place, somehow still standing despite being torn to shreds on the inside. It was surely impossible, but in that moment, I could have sworn I saw the bullet as it sliced smoothly through the air. My eyes stayed fixed on it, riveted and horrified all at once, as the distance between it and the gun increased more and more. A strange buzzing sounded in my ears, blocking out everything but that odd, muffled noise that crept its way into my brain, as the bullet met an obstacle. The sound I should have heard was the bullet making contact with a human chest. It should have sounded heavy, wet, painful. There should have been a ripping of flesh, a gush of blood, maybe a crack or two of bone. The muffled sound only grew louder, threatening to suffocate me and press me down into the dirt. Though my ears couldn’t hear it, my eyes could see it. I stood captivated in the worst way as I watched the bullet rip through his shirt, his skin, his muscle. It hit in the most lethal place, directly over his heart, before making its way through the heart itself. A shiver ran through my body as blood immediately filled the hole, soaking his shirt and dripping to the ground as he plummeted to his knees, face paling more and more by the second. Blank, lifeless eyes seemed to lock on my own as his body hovered for a moment, caught between the balance of standing and falling down. My stomach churned as I watched, unable to look away even though I so desperately wanted to. That tiny fraction of time ended as his body fell forward, landing with a solid thump in the dirt.