The Last Move

A Story by Pillows

A criminal is shot by an officer when the ones working for him fail to protect their base, and his son watches him die.

Wait!"
I never turned around faster, to see this woman with my child. Never have I heard him scream so loud. Not out of shock- he knew it was coming, he screamed out of anger and desperation.
The blast came and I fell backwards, too shocked, too angry to feel the pain. The feelings flood back to me as I hit the floor, and I could hear myself scream. Almost as loud as his…
I brought this to myself, they died because of my flawed planning, I was the one they followed, looked up to.
As his screams grew fainter, I felt a rush, but it was short lived, and my vision grew dimmer, a taste of copper in the back of my throat, made me want to gag.
I was the first to bring the gun, I should have known that they would want revenge- I murdered their leader, this time it was their move, the last move.