Blood on the asphalt

Deep red majestic blood spilling down upon the tar-ridden driveway. 1,2,3 shots explode out of the barrel as they zoom into the young prince's cranium. Hectic times, kids screaming, lack of breathing. Ambulance sirens screech through the commercial areas, Doppler effect in full effect. Squealing tires as the life-mobile pulls to stop. Paramedics shoot out faster than the shooters heart. The shooter is running to a roof top, big blue in hot pursuit, he arrives there 30 flights later, once he reaches, he sees the world all around, decides to be a statistic with just one round. His life goes off the edge, his life coming to a halt, because now like his victim, his blood is on the asphalt.