Shoot Me and I'll Give You A Nickel

"Drive us to the hospital, please"
Well I have never felt this awkward in my entire life. I'm sitting in a taxi cab with a man I just shot, that's something you definitely don't say to yourself every day. I feel like I should talk to him, or at least say
"Hey I'm sorry for shooting you! I hope that this doesn't ruin whatever social relationship we had for the 10 seconds that we talked!"
Should I say something should I wait for him to say something? I don't know, I've never been in this situation before, most of the time, I just run after I shoot somebody, what the hell am I supposed to do?
"Ummm, hi, my name is Angel, what's yours?" I ask, awkwardly
He turns towards me, with this gleam in his eyes, I'm pretty sure this guy is absolutely bat shit crazy.
"How rude of me, my name is Gerard, it's a pleasure to meet you"
He sticks his bloody hand out and offers for me to shake it. I uncomfortably obliged and shook his red hand, getting red all over my pale hand.
"So, ummmm, Gerard, why'd you ask me to shoot you?"
He smiles and then just looks away, as if he didn't have a bullet in his stomach, wait, what if he doesn't have a bullet in the stomach? What if he's a cop, and he's just tricking me admitting that I'm a drug dealer or at least work for a drug dealer. What if he's an FBI agent and he's wearing a bulletproof vest and my hand is covered in fake blood?
Okay play it cool, we're going to trick him and telling us what the hell is his problem or if he's a cop or if he's absolutely positively crazy.
"So.... How'd you know I had a gun?"
"I just guessed" He replied still looking out the window
Bullshit
"Are you really hurt, or is this an act?"
"You think I'm a cop?" He finally looks at me with lopsided grin "Why do you think that, Angel?"
"I'm just guessing"
He laughed a freaky chicken laugh before unbuttoning the bottom button on his white t-shirt, revealing a bleeding, red hole.
"Okay so you ain't Bluffin, so why the hell did you ask me to shoot you, if you want to be dead, why don't you just shoot yourself or jump off a bridge?"
He giggled like a drunken bridesmaid before responding
"I'm looking for help, I have a job for someone like you."
What the hell is he talking about? What kind of job would he need for a street urchin like me? I guess, I should ask? Since that would be the normal thing to do
"What kind of job?"
"A blaze of glory, Angel, robbing banks and taking names" He grins
"You wanna do a Bonnie and Clyde kinda thing?"
"Oi, you two, we're at the hospital, give me my money and get out!"
He leaned close to me and whispered
"Second Shot test, kill this guy silently,"
I don't know came over me, but I had this animalistic urge to do as he said. I bent over, seemingly getting the money, but really getting a shank from my sock and getting out of the car. I tapped the glass and smirked as he rolled down the window
"Whattya smirkin about, girlie?"
I quickly put the blade through his eye ball and watched him slump over.
"Excellent, let's move!" Gerard pulls the driver out of the seat and hops in
"Don't you need to go in there?"
"Nope, I'll fix it later, let's move"
I hop into the back and he speeds off, laughing like a maniac.

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