"Dan!?" Pringle yelled. 

Dan smirked and snapped his fingers. The rest of the flunkies tackled Pringle and pressed Slapped Ham to the wall. They shoved their guns in Pringle's and Slapped Ham's face. Hellbent reached over to lift Critical up but Critical slapped him away. 

"Having trouble there Hellbent?" Dan said tilting his head. Before Hellbent could respond, Dan walked over and cocked his gun. He pointed it in the center of Critical's forehead. "If you want, I can just end him right now." He smirked, letting Critical tremble in fear. Unable to speak, Critical  tossed his gaze at Hellbent. 

"...no..." Hellbent said looking away. "Leave him alone." Dan lowered his gun and scowled.

" You have become soft Hellbent." He raised the gun up to Hellbent. "I expected more from you....friend." That last word rang inside of Hellbent's ears. He froze, shocked and stiff. Dan's finger wrapped around the trigger. " You and I both know how much I don't want to do this. It hurts me more than you.  But..." He pressed the barrel gently on top of Hellbent's chest. "...if you are the reason we get caught...well..." He used the barrel to twist Hellbent's clothes slightly. "You will be answering to me." Hellbent quickly nodded and found his breath again.

"Now...as I was saying." Dan said turning toward Pringle and Slapped ham. As he marched toward them, he stepped o Critical's bleeding shoulder, making him yell out in pain. One flunkies, kept glancing at the door, making sure everything was under control. The gas station was empty expect a empty black car that stood in the flickering light.. "It's funny, we were just looking for you Pringle. My boys and I got a few orders to make sure a lead was in your head by the end of the night. And here you are."

"Who sent you?" Pringle demanded. "Who wants me dead!?" Dan smirked and leaned down into Pringle's face. Slowly, with a cocky tone, he whispered.

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

Slapped Ham had enough. He bit the one holding him and he jumped away. Catching Dan by surprise, he leaped onto Dan's back and started wailing on him, sending blows to his head so fast his hoofs were blurry. 

Dan jumped up and frantically tried to claw Slapped Ham off his back. "HELLBENT! SHOOT HIM!" He yelled.

"Ham!" Pringle said, worry filling his eyes.

Dan, glancing at Hellbent , noticed that Hellbent watched in shock on what was happening. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!?? SHOOT THE SWINE!" Slapped Ham bit and scratched Dan while holding on tight. Hellbent's breathing started speeding up. His shaking hands soon fell on his gun and he pulled it up. Dan and Ham spun around and moved around so aim was hard. 

A hand tugged on Hellbent's pant leg. He slowly looked down to see it was Critical, glaring up at Hellbent. Slowly he nodded, confirming Hellbent's thoughts.  

Dan slammed Ham against freezers, machines, and even the cash register but he didn't budge. Others tried to shoot but Dan forbade it. "PROVE TO ME HELLBENT! SHOOT THE FILTHY SWINE!"

Hellbent looked straight into Critical's eyes, his  life long friend. He grit his teeth and slowly nodded back. He raised his gun proudly, wrapping his finger around the trigger. 

The flunkie holding Pringle saw this and jumped up. Pringle's eyes widened as he turned to face Hellbent. "Oh no..." It was as if he could see the future. The flunkie pointed his gun at Hellbent quickly and cocked his gun. Pringle yelled, "NO!" as he scrambled to get up. Pringle raised his hand to Hellbent. Everything became blurry as both men pulled the trigger.

BANG!!!

Pringle and Slapped Ham fell to the floor with a thunk! 

(A.N NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

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oh god don't murder me Isabelle.)

Hellbent looked as Dan stood up straight. He cracked his neck and turned to the pig on the floor. The bullet wound was straight in the center of his back. "Good aim as always Hellbent." Ham coughed and spat blood. He tried to crawl away but was stopped by Dan grabbing him by the short tail. He grit his teeth and saw his broken glasses slide off his face. 

Pringle made a fist as he coughed up blood. Blood seeped from his back. "...H-Hellbent..." He mustered all his strength to speak. Hellbent dropped his gun in shock as he looked at Pringle. Pringle slowly smirked. "G-guess I was right....you are a mon-ster..." 

(A.N (Throws computer) What have I done!!!????? 

See Isabelle! He is still alive...mostly....hopefully) 

"You shoot Pringle too? Good work Hellbent." Dan clapped Hellbent's shoulder, while dragging Slapped Ham by the tail with his free hand. Hellbent looked at Dan emotionless then at Pringle who had his head down and was unmoving. His skin was pale and lifeless 

"Did I just imagine that? " He asked himself. Critical looked at his feet, on the verge of fainting. Hellbent bent down and tilted Critical up. "Hey Critical?" He said worried. Critical just focused on breathing as he shifted his wavering glance at Hellbent. 

"You want him alive still huh?" Dan asked, his tone becoming much softer. Hellbent slowly nodded. "I guess since you did such a good job tonight, I will let you have him. As long as he keeps his mouth shut. If not..." He waved his gun at Critical, "His shoulder won't be the only thing bleeding." 

Hellbent nodded and lifted Critical onto his shoulder. Passing Pringle he whispered. "I am sorry..." The other goons lifted Pringle's lifeless body up and carried him outside. Dan walked out with a tape and the fainted Slapped Ham in his hands.  Hellebnt climed into the car and set Critical next to him. Instantly he went to patch up his wound. Glancing outside, he noticed the goons set down Pringle in the middle of the gas station. Their words were slurred but the only words he could make out was "Leave him." 

Afterwards they drove away, leaving Pringle's body on the cold pavement. Hellbent curled up and looked out the window. A sentence formed in his head that repeated over and over gain.

"What have I done?"