((The In-Character Account of the death (Character Kill) of one "Dominic Percell." Thanks for the RP, Dominic.))
Staring down the barrel of Templeton's Glock, Dominic raised his hands slowly, bumping against the cold metal of the fire escape's railing. Just aside the apartments on the second story, they were a good way from the hard asphalt; glancing back nervously, Dominic began to shake.
"Jesus, I-I'm sorry man!! I didn't mean it, okay?"
"It's okay, believe me. Just calm down," Templeton replied, pushing the safety off with his finger, his numb fingers wrapping around the cold piece of metal. "I'll cut you a deal."
"Y-Yeah?" Dominic asked in a hushed breath, eager for any chance to save his life.
"You survive the gunshot, and the fall, and I'll let you off."
"No man, take it easy!" Dominic began, backing up further against the railing as Templeton approached, his dress shoes clogging against the metal grating. "Fuc-"
There was a deafening bang in the cold night, as the Glock's shell casing tumbled down into the hedging below. Warm blood pooled inside Dominic's shirt, flooding through the fabric and pooling down in a sticky, crimson mess that dribbled onto the railing. Drooling a bit of the blood from his mouth, Dominic sputtered a bit, then went over the edge, almost in a dive.
By the time the near-lifeless body of Dominic Percell hit the asphalt, Templeton was already descending the ladder, collecting the shell casing from a nearby bush and leaving the scene with only a glance back. "No hard feelings, chap."
_________________ ~They're gonna hang me in the mornin', before the night is done, They're gonna hang me in the mornin', and I'll never see the sun.~Maxwell Murder wrote: Gordan and Praphet, you are the two halves of God.
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