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Some saw a bullet hole, Grace saw the person around it. She saw the pain in the one still living and the potential of those who lay cold in silent greyness. She saw the perfect skin, the arms that the mouth that must have known laughter at one time. She saw a human rather than a statistic and felt the grief of those whom loved them and the fracturing echo of the universe.

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The bullet wound was so small. Somewhat ragged around the edges but barely bleeding even. The exit wound must be on his back somewhere. If it weren't for that hole, and that he's ice cold, bluish even, he could be asleep.

By bella246, October 3, 2014.
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The bullet wound looks nothing like she'd expected from her extensive crime drama viewing. Instead of a neat reddened hole it was oozing with dark congealing blood and the putrid smell was enough to initiate a gag reflex. She raised her hand to her mouth and then spied the brain matter on the fashionably off-white wall behind.

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The bullet hole wasn't easy to see. Somehow it had entered her ear canal hiding the usual surface damage. No doubt it was the same story as usual in the brain. Mac pulled zipped up the bag and began is dictation.

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The entry wound was dead centre to his neck, perfection if you considered that sort of thing- professional hit, no doubt. Mac took the photos, perhaps this kind of shot was someone's trade mark.

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If the entry wound was small the exit was a gaping mess. Tara kept her face passive while she panicked on the inside. “Kurt, this is no problem. Just hang on, I'll get supplies.”

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The bullet wound was a mess, as if he'd been hit with two different kinds of weapon at once. There was the usual dark red hole that oozed thickly, but also hundreds of different tiny wounds – like shrapnel.

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The weapon would have had to been something large, black-market, going by the size of the wound. The bullet must have been close being some small missile. Someone had wanted this guy guaranteed irreparable.

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Blood soaked into Aaron's sleeve, radiating outward. Tina stripped the fabric away to show the dark hole in his never-seen-the-sun white skin. In seconds she had wedged a piece of thick fabric into his mouth and gone to work with long tweezers.