Kiss of Life

And then the gun fire erupted into one, almost soundless, pounding of air. A bullet whistled in the general direction of the boy’s head and he ducked by way of instinct even though the thing wouldn’t have hit him anyway. He did however, see a boy not much younger than himself get hit in the shoulder, then in the thigh, falling in an almost slow and clearly painful way about seven feet in front of him. Slinging his gun across his back, Cheshire ran towards the boy without even hesitating to think that someone could see him and shoot him as well.