The Body In The Bushes

There they were, behind the bushed in the dead of night. Bodies pressed against each other, exhaling in unison. The only sound that could be heard was their shallow breathing. The cold metal of the gun pressed against his temple, he knew it was over. He had been caught by the police and now they would take him away to prison. He had done his time, but now he was going to be taken back. The police car pulled up in front of the bushes and turned on its headlights. They were getting ready to come out and arrest him when he heard a loud bang followed by screaming. He turned around, frantically trying to figure out what happened, just in time to see the girl next to him holding a gun in her hand, blood dripping down her arm. There was a red stain where she was standing. He opened his eyes and saw the gun in his hand was smoking. He was confused, he didn’t know what had happened. The girl next to him was now on the ground crying. She was holding her arm, yelling and cussing before she went limp, and not a sound came from her mouth. He looked down at the gun, then back at the girl. He looked around frantically, trying to figure out what to do next. He was in a panic, he didn’t know what to do with a dead body. The police officers were running over to him with guns drawn, yelling for him to put his hands up. He threw them up immediately, not wanting anyone else to get hurt. One of the cops handcuffed him and led him away from the scene.