Human Nature...by rob
Blood.
Blood and pain.
That was all I knew at the moment.
I slumped against the wall, hand clutched to the bleeding wound in my
chest, looking at the scene in front of me. One dead and on the ground,
one wounded, another holding the smoking pistol that gave me the wound.
Nobody was moving. The guy with the gun was staring down at his dead
companion's torn-out throat. My buddy had his own pistol aimed at the
other one, looking down at me and asking if I was all right. I didn't
answer, couldn't answer. How the fuck was I supposed to know? All I knew
was that it hurt and it bled.
I took my hand off my chest and looked at it. It was red with my own
blood, dripping down in my lap. The most fucked-up thoughts were running
through my head. I heard somebody cry out, looked up and saw the guy who
shot me taking off -- he got about three steps away before my buddy shot
him in the back of the head. I watched him drop to his knees them slump
forward, a gaping hole where his forehead used to be.
The wounded one was crawling off, but my buddy didn't pay any attention to
him. He was kneeling down, checking on the wound in my chest. I looked at
him and he looked up, hearing the sounds of incoming patrolmen. He looked
down at me and asked if I could stand...all I could do was stare
blankly. I knew I was finished, and after a long look, so did he. He
stood up and looked almost sad, like he couldn't leave his friend
behind...but I knew better.
He turned away and ran as my vision started to fade. Was I angry? Nope,
not at all. Why should I be? There was nothing he could do. He wasn't a
medic. If I was in his shoes, I'd have done the same.
The sadness in his eyes burned in my fading memory. I didn't understand
it. Why was he sad...because I was his friend? Nobody has friends
here. Did I have something of his? Nah. I don't get it.
Maybe because he abandoned me? That's not his fault...
That's just human nature.
