Necropolis: Chapter I Part IV Flashback cont...
Fumbling for the light switch he locates it. Hearing the muffled movements and mumbled conversation, he starts his countdown to surprise. The best weapon is surprised if you have it. Just as he reaches one and Nero reacts with years of police training, jumps into the living room. His weapon was held at arm's length and the trigger finger ready. What is a mere second becomes a slow-motion world. The light fails to come on. His shout of freeze goes unheeded. There is a sudden feeling of rushing bodies. He shouts again to hold fast. There is a flash of lighting and the window lights up behind his attackers; he thinks he sees a silhouette of a gun or a knife. He reacts. His instincts tell him the weapon is aimed right at him. Years of training come down to this a split second of decision and he must make it. He feels death rushing at him like an unstoppable phantom. Nero decides. Pulls the trigger, the world bursts into light, and time is suspended forever. The fire from the muzzle illuminates not two faces but one and it rips his soul apart in a split second. The face that hangs in the afterglow of the blast is splashed with crimson; bright and hideous. The face will haunt him forever. The face… OH, GOD! The face of his dead son floating in space as the thunder of the gun and the natural force at play outside intermix forever engraving that sound upon Nero's memory…! NO. MY GOD! WHAT I HAVE I DONE! A scream of the damned rips from his dry throat, because he knows he just damned himself, the echo is lost in more thunder…
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