OOC: Memory 001
Tybalt was on the street, sprinting after an ever elusive target for the hundredth time with a gun in his hand, squeezing the trigger and just barely restraining himself from pointing and pulling in a furious rush. He heard his own steps almost frantically scraping the pavement, carrying him almost flying, and it still wasn't enough as he heard a similar pace carrying on somewhere in front of him, keeping that target but a few meters ahead.
Both tireless. One wouldn't stop until they'd eluded and the other until he had his chance.
A hard scrrratch told him that his quarry had stopped.
If he was going to get a chance, this would be it. He followed suit, coming to a screeching halt, aiming his weapon at the source of the sound.
A gunshot rang out.
Before Tybalt had gotten the chance to pull the trigger.
Pain flared and burned like hell through his shoulder, down through his arm, going limp and shocked, his right hand gripping the gun viciously as his left one clenched over the place the enemy's bullet had hit, bringing up a little extra stinging as he felt his sleeve warm and dampened.
He heard his own voice hiss.
"I blew it."
No... no he hadn't, not yet. He still had every bullet.
With a growl, he forced himself back upright and, gritting his teeth, raised the gun again. He heard some voice of no consequence "Huh?!" in confusion. No consequence at all. Just a third-party bystander.
He fired.
And got no response.
Not a scream, a gasp, anything.
In frustration, he let the trigger click again and again, emptying all seven remaining shots, still getting nothing.
Except the sound of eight bullets clinking neatly to the floor in the jarring high pitch of little tinkling metal bells.
What a waste, and yet it all felt so disturbingly predictable.
Plus the odds were good that his opponent had seven bullets left as well.
Now it was over. He had blown it. That had done it, he had nothing left.
All he could do was force himself to abandon the hunt for today, letting his wounded right arm slacken again as he turned tail and made a run for it.
Back behind him seconds later, yet another gunshot sounded.
((This (go to 6:00) is what he's remembering. The memory crystal received offered hearing and feeling. And a certain level of confusion. Kind of an unnerving first thing to remember about yerself.))