The Third Eye
You stand firm.
He shoots you. The bullet rips through you with a shuddering pain, blood and guts exploding from your stomach like an erupting volcano. You fall to your knees and feel the briefcase being pulled from your grip. You land in a puddle of blood. Slowly everthing gets very dark for you, the sound of the mans footsteps as he runs away seem very distant. Everything seems very distant. Your life flashes before your eyes. It's strange, you think, that on the way out you finaly get to see your own life as though you had looked into your own eyes.
You are dead now.
He shoots you. The bullet rips through you with a shuddering pain, blood and guts exploding from your stomach like an erupting volcano. You fall to your knees and feel the briefcase being pulled from your grip. You land in a puddle of blood. Slowly everthing gets very dark for you, the sound of the mans footsteps as he runs away seem very distant. Everything seems very distant. Your life flashes before your eyes. It's strange, you think, that on the way out you finaly get to see your own life as though you had looked into your own eyes.
You are dead now.
