I shot him daggers as I attempted to get up. Wincing from my many bruises and fractures, not to mention the glass ripping my skin away. I raised my arm and tried to muster the will to send him in the depths of crimson purgatory. Bang! I used my other arm to sustain my weight. If I fell, the bullet would go deeper into my body and I would die immediately. Mustering the strength of the ones who helped me, my family, my ancestors, I felt the magic release and lifted Sebastian into the air and sent him in the red abyss of hell. Finally. Now I can rest. I slowly let my self fall, wincing from the pains of my body that have seemingly numbed from the gun wound. I closed my eyes as I lay on the bloody concrete, and drifted off thinking about greater things as my breathing slowed and I took my last breath.