C212 Dante's Imagination

Paul regulated his breathing and held off on pulling the trigger. His hesitation wasn't due to a sudden bout of mercy; rather, he was concerned about missing his target.

He had just one shot. Failure meant death.

Concentrate. I have to concentrate. Damn it, I can barely see anymore.

Paul's gun-wielding hand shook as blood trickled from his left eye, while sweat obscured his right