Call out to the men to stop

From Create Your Own Story

"What the fuck are you two doing?!" You scream out. Both men stop and turn to look at you. "Get off of her!"

One of the men stands, and it sounds like he's laughing. The other puts his hand over Melanie's mouth as she begins to call your name. You check Melanie to see that she's fine. Whatever they're planning, you've stopped it.

As you look back to the standing man, you see the glint of a pistol. Your heart drops into your stomach just before you hear the boom of the hammer dropping onto shell inside the revolver. The bullet blasts from the barrel and slam into your chest, tearing through the muscle and bone and out of your back.

You drop like a ton of bricks, desperately trying to breathe. You spasm on the floor as the man steps over you and puts the gun to your head. The pain is extraordinary, and you welcome the release of death as he pulls the trigger.

Sorry, Melanie, you think as you hear the hammer fall again.