The pounding of pellets vibrated with a satisfying intensity through the metal of the gun, and into his fingers. The sensation rippled through him, stirring more memories, which presently came rushing to the surface. Euphoria overtook his sight, blacking out the vision of a now paint-splattered man, roaring angrily from the ground, two storeys below.
Flashes of a scene infected his vision. Forested areas, bright splashes of paint where perhaps there shouldn't have been, the closeness of another body, female, breathing deeply...
Glass smashed again somewhere nearby, and it took every ounce of muscle for him to dodge the speeding brick that was hurtling towards his head. Finger slipped from the trigger, vibration stopped. The final remnants of the memory faded.
Recovering himself, James removed the arm that he'd thrown over his face. As he did, he was aware of a sharp pain somewhere near his wrist. Blinking, he twisted the arm so he could inspect the long scratch. Strands of red were already beginning to worm their way along his skin. He shuddered as another memory flashed through him.
Too much blood...