Roan’s knees hit the floor, everything is so quiet I hear the impact, the sound of his clothes bunching.
The breath leaving his body.
His heart breaking in half.
Hank cleans his gun, methodically, slowly.
A droplet of Rin’s blood drips from my lips and that's when I remember I’m covered in it. Wiping my hand across my face, it comes away smeared with wet, red blood.
Rin is dead.
Her brains are scattered across the field, her blood on our faces.
Her blood on our hands.
“I did warn you.” Hank says, like a parent telling off a child.
A choked breath leaves Roan’s lips.
Leo seems to snap, his eyes tearing away from Rin to glare with deathly fire at Hank.
I know what he’s going to do before it happens but my body is sluggish and unresponsive.
Death has made me forget how to be alive. My body is as still as Rin’s.
So I can only watch as Leo launches himself at Hank, teeth bared, eyes aflame, stripped to his most animal self. Roan throws himself forward from the floor, but on his knees, all he manages to do is make Leo stumble.
Hank is a trained man, I remembered sitting in the chairs back at the school as this man stood to the sides, scanning, assessing. Legs shoulder width apart, hands meeting neatly behind his back.
He knows how to handle a gun.
Shooting Leo proves no difficulty for him.
And this time, as the second gunshot assaults my eardrums and a second body hits the floor, for the first time in my life I’m the one to scream.