[ WP ] You shoot three bullets into your best friend 's torso . You 're saving his life .

Gary was a still, gray form lying on the ground where he ’ d fallen. 
 
 “ Gary? Bud, you alright? ” I asked. Oh jeez this was bad. 
 
 “ Gary? You know I didn ’ t want to do that, right? Those horns were freaky! ” I whispered to Gary ’ s still body across the attic. 
 
 Why did Gary have to fall in with those weird Goth kids… or cultists or whatever, from school? Always going on about sheep ’ s blood and pagan this and pagan that! I guess Gary always did have a thing for candles and dressing in black. 
 
 You know, I really didn ’ t need this right now. I have math test tomorrow! At 8am! Why did I even answer that text from Gary? Jeez, we hadn ’ t talked in like a month after that fight. I didn ’ t owe him anything, right? I mean, sure, we ’ d known each other since the sandbox… and he was totally cool that time I pissed myself in the third grade… and 7th... alright, I guess I owed it to him a little, but this was insane! 
 
 “ Gary? Come on, Gary. I know what I just saw. The shots barely even hit you! They hit that… thing. ” I said as I walked closer to Gary ’ s supine body. 
 
 I should have turned around when I saw the lights were n't on. Especially with the door was just hanging open like that! Why did I think that was even remotely inviting?! This is was practically a home invasion! Why am I so *stupid*!? 
 
 “ Seriously, Gary, ” I nudged his leg with my foot, keeping the rifle trained on Gary ’ s still body. 
 
 And the rifle! I mean, thank god it was just sitting there, but who the hell keeps a loaded rifle in their attic? That ’ s just asking for a family tragedy. Totally irresponsible! Just like me, out at this hour on a school night! What the hell am I doing? 
 
 “ Gary? ” 
 I was leaning over him. The red pentagram on his chest was clearly seen through the torn remains of his shirt. It had to be drawn on… but, jeez, those sure look like scars. At least there weren ’ t any more horns… on that face… with those eyes… ugh. 
 
 “ Damn it, Gary, move! I have things to do tomorrow! ” I kick his leg a bit harder than before. Oh god, he better be alright. 
 
 And he moved! I saw him move! 
 
 Gary groaned and opened his eyes, looking at me, “ Bobby? What are you… Oh man, I just had the most messed up dream and… ” 
 
 He sees the rifle in my hands. He looks at my face. He looks down at his chest. 
 
 Gary starts screaming. 

