[ He curses softly under his breath as he tails him, blood pounding in his ears. That feeling of being so close and yet still so apprehensive of what lies ahead; he's pretty sure he isn't going to like this one bit. Of all the horrible, shitty things he's had to face in the past, somehow— this seems to be the most emotionally trying. Steeling himself, blocking those little nervous voices in his head, he continues pursuit until suddenly. He's not.
There's that split moment before the trap is sprung, he knows he should've seen coming, but something about that desperation of catching up or not losing him blinded him for a brief second. A second is all it takes. He turns a corner, and suddenly there's smoke billowing out. A sharp form of a hand cuts through the haze and at his throat, and his first instinct is to throw his arms up. ]
Shit!
[ Trigger fingers can't be stopped, and when everything becomes too suffocating all at once, one loud, clear shot rings out. ]
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There's that split moment before the trap is sprung, he knows he should've seen coming, but something about that desperation of catching up or not losing him blinded him for a brief second. A second is all it takes. He turns a corner, and suddenly there's smoke billowing out. A sharp form of a hand cuts through the haze and at his throat, and his first instinct is to throw his arms up. ]
Shit!
[ Trigger fingers can't be stopped, and when everything becomes too suffocating all at once, one loud, clear shot rings out. ]