{"id":50,"date":"2011-09-07T08:02:09","date_gmt":"2011-09-07T08:02:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/cloverso.me\/fic\/?page_id=50"},"modified":"2023-06-22T08:03:12","modified_gmt":"2023-06-22T08:03:12","slug":"pull-the-trigger","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/cloverso.me\/fic\/drabbles\/monster\/pull-the-trigger\/","title":{"rendered":"pull the trigger"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Why is it always in these crucial moments I find myself hesitating? Crucial moments that do not permit hesitation. Yet, I&#8217;m overcome by such. The thoughts present in my mind do not translate to my fingertips. Pull the trigger! He&#8217;s right there! My body harbors no inclinations to follow through. Shaking, frustrated, I force myself to keep eye contact with the figure in front of me.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDoctor, why the uncertainty?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Gritting my teeth in defeat, I reluctantly lower my weapon. I can&#8217;t do anything like this.<\/p>\n<p>Sensing my weakness, the other man strides confidently to my side. His pale hand reaches out and guides my jaw in his direction. I don&#8217;t react \u2013 no, I can&#8217;t react. I&#8217;m frozen. Gently, his lips brush against my own. They&#8217;re cold, soft. A kiss of finality, a view of the end.<\/p>\n<p>His lips leave mine and he reaches down to my armed hand. He lifts it up and firmly plants the end of the barrel to his forehead.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cJust one shot, Doctor Tenma. That&#8217;s all it takes.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>His hold on my hand remains, I feel his fingers softly caress my own, as if encouraging me to pull the trigger. I gulp down nervously. This isn&#8217;t how it was meant to be. Seeking death so desperately, seeking to escape this world guilt-free, should I really grant him such a wish? He and I both know there are far worse fates than death, however, does he even deserve the chance to repent for everything&#8217;s he done?<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDon&#8217;t do it, Tenma!\u201d a woman\u2019s voice cries out. I turn my head, it&#8217;s Nina. She&#8217;s shaking, scared. She looks resentful, as if she&#8217;s responsible for this whole mess. And that&#8217;s all it takes. I collapse to the floor in a confused mess, I clutch the gun to my chest as tightly as possible.<\/p>\n<p>I want to scream. I want to shout. I want answers. I want instructions. I want&#8230; I want to end this mess once and for all!<\/p>\n<p>The last thing I hear is a gunshot.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Why is it always in these crucial moments I find myself hesitating? Crucial moments that do not permit hesitation. Yet, I&#8217;m overcome by such. The thoughts present in my mind do not translate to my fingertips. Pull the trigger! He&#8217;s right there! My body harbors no inclinations to follow through. Shaking, frustrated, I force myself\u2026 <a href=\"https:\/\/cloverso.me\/fic\/drabbles\/monster\/pull-the-trigger\/\">Read More &raquo;<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":48,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"drb-entry.php","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[],"fandom":[],"rating":[],"ship":[],"class_list":["post-50","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry","wpautop"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/cloverso.me\/fic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/50","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/cloverso.me\/fic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/cloverso.me\/fic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cloverso.me\/fic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cloverso.me\/fic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=50"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/cloverso.me\/fic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/50\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":51,"href":"https:\/\/cloverso.me\/fic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/50\/revisions\/51"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cloverso.me\/fic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/48"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/cloverso.me\/fic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=50"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cloverso.me\/fic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=50"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cloverso.me\/fic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=50"},{"taxonomy":"fandom","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cloverso.me\/fic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/fandom?post=50"},{"taxonomy":"rating","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cloverso.me\/fic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/rating?post=50"},{"taxonomy":"ship","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cloverso.me\/fic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/ship?post=50"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}