James stood there holding a smoking gun. It felt like he was changed, reset, the first thing he noticed when he came too was the weight of the gun. Heavier than he remembered, maybe to past James. Then he had a ringing in his ear. Chads brains and blood were spattered everywhere. The rest of his body slumped to the ground. Big Joe stood behind James.
"Its hard to know the point at which someone dies." Big Joe said.
"For example, if Chad was right next to some of the best surgeons in the world would he die now? Was it the bullet cleanly entering and exiting? Is it the loss of blood trickling out in silence?"
James still didn't move the weight of the gun felt more and more, so he dropped his arm to his side.
"Or did he die the moment he bought you that drink? Or when he started the car to go the bar?"
"Or did he die after your words entered his brain. Hard to know... Hard to know."
James just stood there staring at Chad, Big Joe slow took the gun out his hands. They were cold sweaty.
James was shaking now, crying even, as Big Joe led him to the same taxi, and told the driver "Take him home."
When James woke up again he was on his floor in the same clothes from the night before.
"Its hard to know the point at which someone dies." Big Joe said.
"For example, if Chad was right next to some of the best surgeons in the world would he die now? Was it the bullet cleanly entering and exiting? Is it the loss of blood trickling out in silence?"
James still didn't move the weight of the gun felt more and more, so he dropped his arm to his side.
"Or did he die the moment he bought you that drink? Or when he started the car to go the bar?"
"Or did he die after your words entered his brain. Hard to know... Hard to know."
James just stood there staring at Chad, Big Joe slow took the gun out his hands. They were cold sweaty.
James was shaking now, crying even, as Big Joe led him to the same taxi, and told the driver "Take him home."
When James woke up again he was on his floor in the same clothes from the night before.
