Shhh. Don't let anyone know, but...
I heard his footsteps swiftly approaching me from behind. Tap, tap, tap. I threw a quick backward glance as I rounded a corner. There were only clean, white walls, but not a sign of him – except for the threatening tap, tap, tap.
I slipped through a white door. A washroom consisting of only two cubicles greeted me. I checked my revolver to see if it was well and truly loaded, then held my breath as I stood facing the door from the far corner, next to a water basin and with the wall behind my back. Somehow being in that position gave me a brief sense of security.
That is, until the door swung open and he stepped in with an air of confidence, his gun knowingly pointed towards me. My eyes were trained only on him, for he stood out so glaringly in his black leather outfit against the white door that had slowly ease into a soft click, shutting behind him.
It was then that I realised that I was not holding a revolver anymore. Rather, it was a big, fat squirt gun filled with yellow liquid.
There was nothing else I could do. I was trapped, and I knew I could not escape. A strong sense of hopelessness overwhelmed me. I pulled the trigger anyway, hoping that my only weapon would prove me wrong.
Only a thin thread of the harmless liquid shot out of the nozzle, dirtying the gleaming marble floor.
He must have opened fire just then, for I immediately felt a hot, burning sensation akin to an explosion within me. My legs seemingly turned into jelly, and I slid onto the floor slowly. My hand clutched at my stomach, trying futilely to stop my life from draining away.
There was no blood, however.
I gritted my teeth as he slowly closed the distance between us. The same tap, tap, tap. Cold sweat trickled down my back as I attempted to drive away the horrible pain, but it was all that I could think of. Every sense of mine was attuned to it.
I was barely aware of the presence of his pair of black boots stopping right next to me. I thought there was an unbearingly long pause, as if the wait was meant to both physically and mentally torture me. I became increasingly dizzy, slipping in and out of consciousness.
I finally let darkness embraced me.