A flame erupted from the barrel of the gun and a puff of gray-white smoke enveloped her hand. The woman was surprised that she could see all of this as it grew more and more slow in her sight.
Then the scene began to twist counterclockwise. At first she thought the bullet was sucking the man into it, but then she new it was herself being twisted, tight like the red and white stripes of a candy cane, behind the wake of the projectile.
Once inside the vortex, time sped up, and eventually she began oozing out the other side.
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