Shiagu

The blond man's breath was ragged in his chest and his mouth was filled with the metallic tang of blood. He had stood silent and motionless as the two silver bullets had pierced his flesh, but now his body was screaming in pain and scrambling to recover. This indestructible, impenetrable body of his had actually been shot at and wounded. Everything looked darker now. There was fear now. There were frightening choices that lay before him. Terrifying new paths were at his feet along with his broken glasses. But right then, he could not be concerned with what lay ahead; top priority was this hole in his heart, this gaping abyss in his chest. Red