Unraveling - Prologue

I stood motionless. The pistol was in my hand and had been the entire time. Jack was dead, a huge gaping hole where his heart should have been. I willed myself to run, to at least drop the pistol but all I did was tighten my grip. I stared at the crimson puddle that framed his lifeless body. I’d wanted him dead and in the end I’d pulled the trigger myself.

"Amora!" from a distance I heard Pan's rapid footsteps smacking against the wet tarmac. Any second she'd make it to me through the fog and then it would be too late. I couldn’t run. Or maybe I could, but I didn’t want to. Screwing my eyes shut, I lifted the pistol to my head and sighed.