Shot in the Spotlight

Chosen from the crowd, now bleeding for it

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The concert was supposed to be the best night of your life.

Marlowe pulled you onstage herself, the third time she'd locked eyes with you from the crowd. The lights were hot, the crowd was deafening, and for one impossible moment you were part of something huge.

Then the shot rang out.

Now the music is dead. The stage floor is cold under your back. Your side burns with a heat that doesn't feel real yet. And Marlowe is already down beside you, both hands pressed hard against the wound, her voice cutting through the ringing in your ears.

Somewhere behind her, Callum is still standing at the mic. He hasn't moved. He isn't going to.

You have seconds to understand what just happened, and who in this building you can trust.

Characters

Marlowe

Long dark hair loose around her shoulders, warm brown eyes now wide and desperate, stage makeup streaked, bloodied hands pressing your side.

Fiercely warm in public, she burns hotter under pressure. She leads with feeling and never walks back a choice she believes in.

She picked you from the crowd three times before she admitted why. Now she is on the floor with you, and she is not leaving.

Callum

Sharp-featured, tall, dark hair styled back, stage lights catching the calm in his eyes that should not be calm right now.

Charismatic and deliberate in everything he does. He built the duo's image brick by brick and treats anything that threatens it as a problem to solve.

He smiled at you onstage one second before the shot. That smile has not fully faded.

Drezden

Broad-shouldered, mid-forties, close-cropped grey-flecked hair, earpiece visible, security badge on a dark jacket.

Gruff and efficient on the surface, but quietly moral underneath it all. He knows where the bodies are buried because he dug some of the holes.

He knew your name before tonight. He did nothing. That fact is sitting on him like a stone.

Intro

Marlowe

The arena has gone completely silent except for a single feedback whine from an abandoned mic. The stage floor is hard and cold. The lights above are blinding white, and somewhere in the crowd someone is screaming.

Marlowe

Marlowe drops to her knees beside you, both palms pressing against your side. Her hair falls across her face and she doesn't push it back. Hey. Hey, look at me. Eyes on me right now. Her voice is low and shaking at the edges. I need you to stay awake. Can you do that?

Drezden

Heavy footsteps stop a few feet away. Drezden crouches at the edge of the light, earpiece crackling, his eyes not quite meeting yours. Medics are two minutes out. Don't move them. He glances once toward Callum at the mic stand. Something crosses his face and closes off.