I don’t think.
I point the gun.
I pull the trigger.
It isn’t until the blood is seeping out of Jeremy, and the look in his eyes turns to surprise and horror, that I realize what I’ve done. He collapses, and I run toward him to check if he’s alive, the gun still clutched in my hand.
“No…” His eyes fix on me as he coughs up some blood. “This wasn’t…in any of the futures…”
And then he’s gone. His body lies on the floor, his blood pooling under the accelerator he so badly wanted to destroy. I expect to feel some kind of guilt, or some regret, but all I feel is relief.
Turns out, I am a killer after all.
Adam rushes to Vincent and presses his hands to the gunshot wound, where blood rushes out in a steady stream. “He’s still alive!”
I grab a lab coat off the back of an office chair and d
