Next Time, Please Dodge the Bullets, Don't Catch Them

He hung limply from the chains that held him suspended slightly above the ground, making his body numb with pain. Blood dripped rhythmically to the floor, drawing a small smile from his lips. Soon. Soon the pain would be gone. The pain in his body and, most importantly, the pain of betrayal in his heart. At least when he was dead he would have peace, but would they think of him?