One step behind

At that moment I couldn't stop being thankful for the training I had been forcing myself to do all those years. I threw Brian to the ground and ducked as low as I could to avoid being hit by the bullet. He fired again until the gun was completely discharged. I was shocked when I kept hearing gunshots. I had to do something I never wanted to do, to show what I can do. And they saw it. I could have been more careful, I could have stayed in my place and dodged nothing else. I shouldn't have moved towards the soldier while he was shooting at me, taken his gun, replaced the spent changer and pointed it at him. *Why is it always the same thing happens to me when I get angry?! I should think before I act.*

"You should learn from your mistakes. Don't underestimate the weak, it can blow up in your face," I removed the magazine, put it in my bag and then put the gun in his hand, still raised as if he was holding it.

Brian opened the door and looked at the painting and the leaky walls.