I should probably seek help.
,,Marlon! What the hell have you done?!”
He just stood there. The barrel of his gun gave thin lines of smoke. His face had a shocking emptiness which I never saw on this man before. And I think I will never forget this picture.
,,Marlon! Put the fucking gun down!”
He seemed as he doesn’t even notice me.
,,Marlon! Please! Put the gun down!”
Suddenly the weapon fell out of his hand. With a plump sound landed it on the iced ground. He twisted his hand and stared at it. Than he finally noticed what he did.
,,I-I-I killed him. I killed someone.”
Slowly, foot after foot, walked he to the man he shot. Than I saw it. The little corpse, lying next to the dead bandit in the dust.
,,Denise.” I whispered.
Here's a scene from my own original work:
"He's injured…" Maru looked at the girl before he followed her gaze towards the man's leg, where there was a distinct bite mark in the back of his knee-length boot.
"If that is him fighting when he is injured, then I certainly don't want to be fighting him when he is…uninjured." Maru was too exhausted to come up anything snider, but Caralyn was not even listening to him anyway. "Well, I am going to go out on a limb here and say that he was attacked by an ataqua. It would certainly explain all of the sounds we heard earlier, and the bite mark seems to fit just fine." Maru got to his feet and stumbled a few metres, picking his knife up from the forest floor, examining it needlessly in the light of the staff. He turned towards Caralyn and the stranger, all relief and sarcasm disappearing from his persona in an instant. "We have to kill him."
"What?" Caralyn flinched as she turned to look at Maru, snapping out of her traumatised trance in an instant. The blonde stepped forward, but the girl was quick to move between him and the stranger. "We can't just kill him! He saved my life!"
Maru stared at her in utter disbelief. "He tried to cut my head off! And strangle me! And crush me!" He paused for a moment before shrugging, "Okay, maybe that last one wasn't really his fault, but-"
"Don't you dare joke about this!" Caralyn was actually glaring at him, and tears of frustration were burning in her eyes. "Don't you dare make your damn jokes now! This is a man we are talking about! Not an ataqua, not a cow; an actual human being! So damn you and damn your stupid jokes, because no one is laughing!"