With the high amount of adrenaline running through me at the moment, my horror at what I had done was temporarily hampered.
A sense of calm swept over me as he started his pursuit again. The barrel suddenly stopped shaking as I felt a certainty steal itself inside me; or maybe it was the fact I finally gripped the butt with two hands, who knows?
But this time, when I pointed it at him, it was dead center and when I pulled the trigger once again, my aim was true. I stopped him with two quick pops from the gun and watched as the horrifying realization slowly broke over his face the instant before his face met the ground.
With an eerie calm, I listened to the gunshot reverberated through the area. I knew I should run, but my legs seemed to have grown roots, and I couldn’t go anywhere. I stared down at the motionless form at my feet, morbidly entranced. My eyes saw what had happened. However, my brain refused to process it.