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The bomb whimpers, pushing his body against the wall, clutching the bullet wound in his arm.
“P-Please. Please- Please don’t do this… i-I don’t wanna die”
Years. This hunt had been happening for years. The cloud man holding his pistol at the other. Just shoot him. That’s all he had to do… but. Most anomalies hadn’t begged in… such a broken tone. None of them had lasted this long in a chase. Most would have given up. But this one was highly dangerous! But the way he looked… so broken… so helpless…
“St-Stop. Stop pleading- st-stop looking at me like that! Y-You’re m-making t-this harder than it HAS to be!” Whitty lets out a shaky sob, looking at the other in fear as the tears rolled out. Gabriel’s hand quakes. The pistol’s aim now highly unsteady. He couldn’t do this. He lowers the gun.
“F u c k. Please- stop making this difficult. I k n o w you didn’t want this. You didn’t want these fucking powers- you didn’t want this fucking god awful life but just- it-it’s for the g-greater good?” Now even h e sounded unsure. Whitty stares at the other, still afraid, unmoving.
“…. S h i t… god fucking…” Gabriel puts the pistol away, pulling out a different gun. Whitty shaking more now. What was that.
“Go to sleep… ok?” And with that the cloud tranqs the bomb. Whitty passing out only a few seconds after contact.
“….” Gabriel sighs, calling into his office.
“Hey Tina? Yeah can you… dust off the anomaly rehabilitation center? I think we’re gonna be starting that back up…”
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