He panted as he leaned against the dirty building, his chest heaving with the force of his breaths as his left arm slipped on the grimy and wet brick wall. His right arm hung down, his hand clenched tightly around a pistol, the safety off and the magazine fully loaded. The sleek black gun seemed to glow in the hazy light that emitted from the glow of the streetlamp just in front of him, the cold metal slippery against his fingers as both his sweat and the rain drizzling from above did nothing to make the situation any better. He struggled to straighten himself, his left arm slipping off the wall as he clambered towards the light, his wet sneakers squelching against the wet concrete of the alleyway. They stopped, however, as he felt the push of something solid against his neck, his blood running cold as he recognized the feel of the object pressed against his spine.

This feels almost cliché, he muttered quietly, his voice barely rising over the sounds of the rain as his Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he gulped, his breath struggling to be released from the confines of his lungs and throat. His lips formed an uneasy grin; his eyes alight with fear and panic. I feel like I'm in one of those shooting movies. You know, where the good guy finds a way out of the dangerous situation he's in.

Except this is very real, mon cher monsieur. Another voice stated, the tone of this voice giving off the vibe of nonchalance and control over the situation. "And the 'good guy' won't be, unfortunately, finding his way out of this situation, monsieur."

What do you want? the cornered man snarled out between clenched teeth, his right hand tightening around his pistol that it cut into his hand and left indents. He had no chance of moving, let alone killing the man behind him in this situation, but he wasn't going to just lie down and die like a kicked puppy.

You know very well what they want, Bhaskan. The other said as he pressed the pistol even harder against the back of the other man's neck that it began to hurt. Traitors are not easily forgiven, mon cher, and you're certainly one that's not going to be forgiven while still living.

Not like that place would forgive me, even in death, and you know it, Jae. Bhaskan snarled, his right foot shifting subtly farther to the right. If he managed to time this just right…but he paused as he felt the gun press harder against his spinal cord, obviously warning him to stay in place.

I wouldn't try that if I were you, mon cher. The other cooed in an almost placating way. Bhaskan grinded his teeth as his mind tried to brainstorm possible escape routes, anything that could allow him to get away without being shot or killed. The organization certainly doesn't seem to want a traitor like you in their midst, so I'm just here to do what's right.

Why are you even here, then? Bhaskan gritted out, his eyes filled with helpless despair at the situation. If you're doing what's 'right', why are you obeying what they are telling you to do?

Jae seemed to contemplate the question, for he went silent for what felt like several minutes as the rain poured on the steel roofs of the surrounding buildings. Bhaskan contemplated shouting for help, but he knew it was no use. The other would just kill him…and then kill whoever DID come as well before making his own escape.

I do what I think what's right. Jae said after his momentary pause. Bhaskan growled, his face changing into one of fury.

So you think it's right that the organization's killing off innocents?! Bhaskan spat out, his left hand clenching tightly into a fist while his right hand curled even more tightly against the cold metal that he could almost feel every tiny indent on the gun. You think that everything they do is alright?! What kind of logic is that? They killed my friend! He could feel the tears forming at the corners of his eyes as his mind recalled the murdered body of his friend, the vision of the bloody body that had once been alive with innocence and happiness. Murdered at the hands of the ones he was running from and was now mercy of.

But Jae only sighed behind him, a sigh that almost resembled that of an irritated adult towards an unruly child, as he shifted his own pistol, stepping closer towards the shivering body standing in front of him as he pointed the pistol instead at the side of Bhaskan's skull.

It's what I think is right, mon cher monsieur. Jae whispered against Bhaskan's ear, a smile permeating his tone. And what I think is right, is right to me. And I think the organization is right to think you're…the 'bad guy'.

Bhaskan shivered with unsuppressed rage, his eyes glinting terribly in reaction to his fury. What are you trying to be, some kind of sick vigilante dog to those people?

Jae only laughed, the sound carrying along the walls of the alleyway, echoing deeper into the darker depths of the alleyway. Bhaskan closed his eyes tightly, hoping, almost praying that someone would hear, that someone would come or at least call the police. 'This man is mad…' he thought to himself as he prayed to whatever God was out there. But…

A vigilante I am not, mon cher monsieur. Jae said softly and slowly, his finger pressing against the trigger of the pistol he held, slowly sealing the other man's doom. And with just a push of a button… What I do, and what I'm doing now…is what I believe to be right.

The bang echoed in the dim silence as the rain poured harder, the streets painted crimson before washing down the drains as the streetlamp flickered. A dog barked nearby as footsteps could be heard, walking further and further away as the light flickered again before going out completely.

…God never answered.

And nobody came.

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