Shooting - A Roleplay Snippet

Vyn had finally begun to relax from the Majorra incident a while back. It was after dinner at the Cross residence, and Giselle lay in bed, her head clouded with a cold.
"Can I get you anything, Mom?" Timmy asked adorably, leaning over her bed. Giselle coughed lightly and looked up at her son.
"Can you see if there's any benadryl..? I don't think I'll be able to sleep..."
"Sure thiiing~" he left to check the medicine cabinet, but soon came back empty-handed. "No, there's no more...I can go out and get you some though! Real fast!"
"Honey, it's getting dark..."
"It's fine! I'll take Vyn with me. And we have cell phones. And mad ninja skills. We'll be fine." he chuckled.
She sighed and coughed again, rolling her eyes.
"Alright, alright...Go quickly. Be careful...there's money in my purse, take it with you."
"Kay~"
"The money, not the purse..."
Timmy laughed and kissed her on the cheek.
"You know me so well, Mom. I'll be back, okay?"

Timmy found Vyn lying in his own bed, in the middle of dialing Tropical's phone number when Timmy came in.
"We have to go get benadryl for Mom!"
He looked up.
"...Now?? Don't we have any?"
"Naw, I looked. Let's go~!"
"Can I call Tropical first-"
"Nope, come." he grabbed Vyn's hand and started pulling him out of the room.
"Ack- Timmy! Okay, let go-!"
Timmy laughed. "Sorry." he grinned, and Vyn rolled his eyes, smiling slightly.
"Let's just go..." they headed out the door and towards the general store.

By the time they'd bought the medicine and were on their way back, it was almost pitch black and the street lights had flicked on. Vyn sighed, walking closer to Timmy then he had been originally. He wasn't a fan of the dark.
"How is Mom, by the way..?" he asked quietly.
"She's okay. She just can't fall asleep, so we had to go get her meds." Timmy murmured, shaking the little pill bottle a bit before sticking it in his pocket.
"I hate when she gets sick..."
"Me too. It's no fair."
There was no one else on the street…until Majorra stepped into view down the road. He walked glumly and somewhat angrily down the street towards them. His eyes were watching his stumbling feet; he hadn't seem the two brothers yet. Vyn looked on down the road and froze.
"U-uh...T-Timmy..." Vyn stuttered and grabbed his sleeve.
"What? What, who's tha-...Oh...Crap!"
"Shh!" Vyn hushed him. "Let's just- …try and get across the street. Quickly." he pushed him off the sidewalk but Timmy tripped over the curb and the bottle of benadryl fell from his pocket. It shook loudly and Vyn grabbed his hair, freaking out as it clattered to a stop.

The boys brought their gaze slowly over towards Majorra, who'd looked up then, noticing them. He looked absolutely horrible. His eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep. The way he carried himself told them he'd been drinking. Vyn began to tremble as Majorra's expression turned from irritated to deadly.
"You..." he growled.
Vyn didn't move.
"Vyn, we should go. Now..." Timmy said in a hushed tone and gripped his arm, starting to pull him away.
"Don't move!!" Majorra yelled and they froze. Majorra started to walk towards them but they both began walking away, so they were circling each other in the middle of the street. Vyn's eyes kept darting up the street. He wanted so badly for someone to be there, for a car, for anyone. His heart was hammering loudly. His eyes shifted back towards the general store. It wasn't even in sight now. If they'd tried to run, there was no way they'd make it without a break. No one spoke. Everyone had come to a stop, watching each other closely. Timmy was tensed up, bracing himself to run, and Vyn eyed him. Timmy glanced over at his brother, whispering, "He's drunk...he can't catch us..." Vyn nodded and swallowed hard, though he was shaking. He eyed Majorra, then looked at Timmy again and nodded once more.
The two boys bolted backwards.

Timmy snatched up the benadryl and quickly caught up with Vyn.
"Hey!!" Majorra yelled, caught off-guard. His hand flew to his pocket as he started running after them, almost tripping but unfortunately did not. Timmy dared to glance back and his breath caught in his throat.
" He's got a gun!!"
As if it weren't bad enough Majorra himself were chasing them.
Timmy pushed his hand on Vyn's back to try and speed him up. Vyn's stomach started to flip and he felt nauseous, the need to get away overwhelming. They ran down the closest alley. 'This better not be a dead end!' Timmy prayed and one shot went off as they rounded the corner. They both cried out, the sound scaring them, as it was so earsplitting and surprising. Unfortunately for them, it was in fact, a dead end. The brick walls came together at a ninety degree angle and formed a wall between the two buildings.
"Timmy!!" Vyn cried as they continued to run towards the barrier.
"Don't worry, I got it!!" he yelled and jumped off the ground, his wings beating furiously. He jumped onto the top of the wall and crouched down to grab Vyn's hands. He was pulling him up when Majorra appeared in the alleyway. Vyn began to panic.
"Hurry, help me!!" he begged.
"I'm trying!! R-run up the wall!" Timmy said as he grabbed both Vyn's wrists. Vyn was halfway up when the next shot rang out, and pain almost immediately shot through his body.
"VYN!!"
The blood spattered on the wall as Vyn's feet slipped and Timmy struggled to hold onto him from the top of the wall. Majorra aimed once again. "STOP IT!!" Timmy yelled desperately, tears pouring from his eyes.
"Shut /up!!/" Majorra roared. He pulled the trigger once more. The off-balance shot hit Vyn once again, this time almost in the center of the back.
"UGH-!"
"Vyn!!" Timmy sobbed. He tried his hardest to pull his brother up on the wall, but he wasn't strong enough. His arms were shaking, his forehead breading with sweat. His wings were growing tired trying to balance on top of the wall and hold onto Vyn at the same time. They weren't made to support such weight.
Majorra took am a third time.
"Dammit, STOP!!" Timmy's voice cracked. "PLEASE!"
The trigger was pulled again and Timmy flinched, waiting for the shot, but it clicked.
Empty.
Majorra cursed and smacked the gun against his hand a couple of times.
"Piece of- ....Tch..." he jammed it in his pocket and observed the damage he'd caused. "...I hope he feels better in the morning. Serves him right…fer what he's done and all." he slurred icily. "Good night..." he turned away and headed drunkenly down the sidewalk, pulling the gun out, trying to get it to shoot again. Timmy jumped from the wall and struggled to lay Vyn down nicely, the weight of both of them really straining on his wings. He stumbled to the ground and gripped Vyn in his arms, sobbing. He'd lost consciousness after the second shot and Timmy supported his head, calling his name hysterically. Timmy couldn't see the blood, but he could feel the warmth soaking through his own shirt, and he began to tremble. He whipped out his cell phone with a shaky hand and called 911. He explained the situation as calmly as he could, stumbling terribly, trying not to talk quickly. After he spoke with them, he pressed one hand to one of the wounds and used his thumb to dial the house, but no one was answering. Mom must have been asleep, finally.
What terrible bad timing.
"Come on!!" he sniffled, his bloody fingers slipping over the buttons. He dialed Tropical. "Tropical! Tropical!! Vyn just got shot!!" he blurted into the phone, holding it between his shoulder and his face and pressing his hands over the bullet holes, staring helplessly at his dying brother.