Another snippet. Gosh I'm taking ages to complete this.
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The occupants of the apartment stared at the prostrate body on the floor.
Siheng was the first to break the silence.
"Is-Is he dead?"
Guo Xin stood at the balcony, frozen on the spot. Everything had happened to fast. Much too fast for comprehension. He was not sure of what he was feeling, his senses numb, as he just stared at the limp figure in front of him. Sorrow? Anger? Joy?
He never got to find out as a metallic clink reverberated through the apartment. Amazingly, it came from Frank. A second clink, followed closely by a third.
The blood-stained bullets fell out of Frank's head one by one as if some invisible force was drawing them out. Slowly but inexorably, the entire cartridge worth of bullets emerged from the gaping bullet hole in the side of Frank's head, rolling sideways a little upon impact with the ground. And like a video on rewind, the gaping hole started to close as the blood dried to form a scab. In another few seconds, the scab itself fell out too. There was no visible scar, no sign of a bullet wound at all except for a light pink shade of skin.
Frank's erstwhile still body began to rise and fall once more as Frank started sputtering. He coughed a while more before he touched the area on his head where he had shot himself. Smooth. Not a single depression.
"Fr-Frank? You're alive?" Siheng asked, taking a step backwards.
Frank started sobbing uncontrollably, looking the fur and claws on his hands.
"I can't-can't even kill myself anymore..." he whispered.
He turned his gaze to Guo Xin, savoured the last glimpse and bounded towards the balcony before jumping off it, only to land unscathed on the concrete pavement.
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Dark Memories[4:04 PM]
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