Pull the Trigger

The 'Con's just standing there, both arms at his sides. He's smirking, kind of. I should do it now. Kill him, while he's open. It'd be so easy to just raise my gun and...

"What're you waiting for?" He takes a step closer. "C'mon. Not gonna get a better shot than this." He takes another step, and another. He keeps coming until he's right in front of me. Only then do I raise the gun, placing it right under his chin.

"Do it," he says quietly. "You know you want to. Have to. Go ahead."

My finger slowly starts to squeeze the trigger. His smirk changes. It becomes...relieved. I suddenly realize that's what he wants. For whatever reason, he wants me to kill him.

...I can't, won't, give it to him.

I stop and step back. His eyes narrow. We stare at each other, forgetting the battle taking place all around us. He clenches his fists, and I crouch slightly, ready for him.

Just as quickly, he relaxes them, and his gaze becomes hateful.

"You always were a coward, Sunny." Sideswipe whirls around, transforms faster than anyone I've ever seen, then takes off. I watch him, wondering just how things turned out the way they did.

Bad ending. If someone wants to expand on this little piece of junk, feel free. Just...let me know, okay?

Edit: Frickin tablet put "anyway" instead of "anyone."