The man was gasping as he kneeled on the ground in the alley. His breath was comming in short, shallow breaths and he was clutching his chest. Xaia looked down at him while leaning against the alley wall so that she could still stand up. Her body was scratched and brused, but she wasn't nearly as bad off as he was. His pants were bloody, his shirt was almost completly covered in blood, and his entire body was covered in deep wounds and bullet holes, his life seemed to be oozing out of him with each beat of his heart.
He looked up at her with so many emotions in his eyes, anger, pleading, confusion. Anger dominated these emotions and he finally spoke. 'I can't let you get away with it, don't you understand! I won't do it!'
She pleaded with her eyes, but slowly raised her gun with a shaky hand. She aimed it at him carefully. 'Please don't make me do this,' she whispered.
'I won't let you do this! It's a sin! How could you?'
She forced herself not to cry as she cocked the gun. 'Please,' she said again, 'Please don't make me kill you.'