Lincoln's Cruelty: A Short Story

''Blythe! Look out!'' screamed Detective Inspector Peter Carlisle. He tried to break out into a sprint, as their newfound culprit, Lincoln Brock, put his finger on the trigger to his handgun. Time seemed to slow down briefly for Detective Constable Blythe; like lag in a video game. It wasn't long until a loud BANG! brought him back to his senses. He seemed to make a noise of discomfort as a burning sensation pulsed through his body. His hand instantly drew itself to his lower chest. After a minute he pulled it back, looking stunned to see that it was covered in his own crimson. His body seemed to lose its balance and he started to collapse. Lincoln fled, and Peter just barely managed to catch Blythe before he hit the pavement.