As I stand surrounded by men with guns, my hair whipping round my face, my uniform torn, ripped, filthy and caked with blood, I look back on the times I've had, my life before, my life after and my life with The One.
I'm not the One, I'm not the Chosen One, I'm not the One to Save All. I lived with him for a short time, I travelled with him for a short time, I even had a short relationship with him before his untimely death, before he managed to get shot by the people on his side. And now, I'm meeting the same end.
"I'm on your side!" I shout desperately. "I'm not one of them!" I screamed, pointing and tugging at my uniform."I am, I am one of you." They stay wooden, not moving a muscle. Their eyes are trained on every movement of my hands, my feet. They expect me to run, to pull out a gun and shoot as many of them as I can before they put a bullet through the back of my head.

BANG! FWHOOSH!

A bullet flies just millimetres by my ear and embeds itself in one of the men in the closer circle around me. The man falls and gunfire erupts almost immediately. Dropping to the ground, I am surrounded by the sound of men shouting. I crawl past the fallen man and see blood still oozing out of the wound in the dead centre of his chest. I find the gun that dropped from his hands, get up and run as fast as I can in the direction of the first shooter. I don't know who, what or where they are, all I know is I'm running. Either it was a misfire from one of the men, or it was a person on my side, who knows who I am, which means it would be him. Which means it would be impossible.
I keep running and I hear his voice in my head, 'keep going Nova, you can do it.' The voice was running too, keeping up. I glance to my side and stop dead in my tracks. The boy running by my side slows.
"Oz? Oz!" Everything else fades into nothing, he is alive; he had been shot, but he is alive. "How... But you..."
Pain rips through my leg and I fall heavily. Oz lifts his gun, aims, pulls the trigger and darts over to me.
"Oscar, don't leave me..." And with that, consciousness slips away.