09-02-2008, 01:49 AM
86. Seeing Red
Soda let out a string of curses as he fumbled with his bleeding leg. It had been a powerful shot and the bullet had gone deep. He franticly tried to pull the bullet out, he knew what a bullet wound could do to him if he left it as it was. He bit down on his lip to keep himself from shouting as he attempted to remove it. It was too much. His shaking fingers couldn't get around the bullet and it hurt too much to try and force it. His efforts not to scream drew blood at his lip and he did anyway, the sound raw with his pain.
He had been invincible before, nothing hurt him before, not scrapes, bruises, even broken bones, but this was agony. Laying on the floor he beat his fist against the floor in frustration, yelling every curse that he could think of. When he finally stopped he wiped a cold sweat from his forehead, replacing it with the blood from his fingers. His eyes crossed the room, looking to Putnar, who was still standing there with the gun in his tense hands. He laughed softly and said with a voice raw from yelling, "You look like you're going to cry."
Putnar took a step back as silent tears burned down his cheeks. With gun still raised he moved to the door and put his free hand on the handle, ready to close it when he was ordered to. He would wait until Ani said it was time, even though he wanted to close it then and walk away from this person he thought he had known, the one he had thought had been his friend. He waited though, his knuckles turning white from his grip on door and gun, "Shut the hell up."
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