The bullet hit the side of his neck. Ran right through it. He fell down. A simple sound remarking that his body has hit the floor. Shock has overwhelmed you. Everything your frozen body was able to was looking at him. At his beautiful face. His body, all of him which you became so used to the past year, which usually was full of love. But now he laid there, the surroundings of the bullet hole slowly becoming darker, more red from his blood. This couldn't be happening. Why should he die now. No, why has he died now. What was the reason behind this. All because of this little mistake. This wasn't right. It shouldn't be this way. You wanted to scream. Wanted to run towards his dead body. You couldn't accept this fact. So you stood there, not moving an inch, with a frozen body and cold as ice inside. Until you heard the familiar clicking of a a gun beeing loaded. Suddenly all senses came back. The few seconds which seemed like a never ending eternity speeded up and everything seemed to went faster now. You bend yourself down, avoiding the bullet. Kicking the men beside you in his knees, making him fall down. His gun slid out of his hands and with on step on his Adam's apple you made sure that he wouldn't breathe the next few seconds. With a cold look on your face you raised your own gun. The one which you held lovingly to yourself, like a good friend. You pointed your black widow up to the head of the man who killed him and without any hesitation you pulled the trigger down, making your way up to Joon...