why couldn't've this guy just be a prick? it would've made this whole situation a lot easier- but it felt wrong to kill some random guy just because he didn't meet his girlfriend's superficial standards. He had been unaware until a few days ago that the guy who he was supposed to kill, was the boyfriend of the girl he was hooking up with- otherwise he would've probably dropped the hit a lot sooner. but he had stalled to long- desperately trying to find at least one thing wrong with this guy he was supposed to kill; and when he found nothing, it just made him feel like a shit person. he was trying to dehumanize this, hell- trying to dehumanize him at this point. but time and time again, he wasn't able to. today was the day though, and he couldn't stall any longer- he called it off.

when his friends first found him, they thought he was joking- or it was the mental unsteadiness talking. but when they realized he was completely sober, and not at all kidding- shit hit the fan.

it had been over an hour before the target had happened to walk past the scene and intervene. that hour was filled with knifes, flames, aerosol cans, and guns. when the other had rushed in- he had very mixed emotions; irritation, worry, confusion, pretty much everything at once. as he slinked back against a wall- bloodied, bruised, and clothes ripped- he watched the guy shout a bit at Nele and Darnell, and as a bullet had ricocheted off something, hitting the guy on the arm as his now ex-friends ran away. he sat up fairly quickly, anxiousness spiking as he saw the bullet sink in the other's arm.

"shit, {{user}}, fucking go- you just got shot"