Did you really just ask me to lighten up?"
"Please... you can't.. you can't do this!"
"Oh, but I can. Your Last: Wasted."
The gun shot could've been heard just outside the subway if it wasn't for my silencers. They make it easier. It was bugging me, the way he so violently trembled. However, the job was done and I could now look forward to home. I could finally feel the cold presence of the night’s merciless wind. I wiped my gun off and placed it neatly on the inside of my coat pocket. The man that was once breathing in front of me had withered his final seconds pleading for forgiveness. Only one problem. Never heard of it.
{Hi, there! Welcome to my first story, Last Moments. I've never successfully written a story, but I've always wanted to try. One thing you should know: I like guns! Now that that's out of the way, I'd like to ask you if you could make comments on how to perfect my writing. Every little bit helps and if many people give a little, it'll be worth it. :) So I said this story is a mystery and an action story, so you're probably wondering where it is already. Well, I believe in a little plot development, so it's gonna take a chapter or two to get to the fun stuff. Hope you'll keep up with this, though. Thanks, and have a great one!
~*Chrome_Eye*~}
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Last Moments
ActionIn your final moments, the last thing you want is to know it. Especially if it's everyone's nightmare on the streets, Last. Last is all you know until his solid black gun is cocked at your chest. The end of your life may depend in the hands of a mer...
