Into the Light part 3

Time passed. My unease left me, for the most part.
Life had been good to me for the rest of the school year. I was set to make all A's, my species no longer seemed strange to anyone, I hadn't been bothered by any television crew or curious caller in weeks,  I had become a great flyer, and I had gained back all my old gaming skill.
So thus I went into the last day of the semester like a normal teenager would- or at least, if said teen was able to fly.
I flew into school feeling quite optimistic. After all, it was the best day of the semester- the last. I met up with my friends briefly before departing to my first period.
Essentially, the entire day was basically a party. We had taken our exams, and the teachers really had nothing else to teach.
It seemed like a perfect day.
That's when it got all blown to h*ll.
I was chatting with my friends, just like I always do before I fly home.
Cars were trapped in a line, as usual.
We were standing in a large, square, grassy area between the school and the side lot, as usual.
Then a gruff looking guy as tall as Chris popped out of the woods. Now that had never happened.
He strode right up to us. He looked at me. Then he spoke in a low, rough voice. "Dragon, you have three options. I have something in my possession that I believe will turn you back into a human. It is just as likely to kill you, of course. So you come with me to try. You turn back into a human, I torture you for a while for allowing yourself to become a demon, then let you go. You don't become human, I kill you. Option two. You leave humanity behind forever, and never let yourself be seen again. Three. I kill you now."
"What?" was all I could manage to say.
He pulled out a Desert Eagle as fast as a gunslinger might. By the look of it, it was loaded with .50 AE. My friends each said, "F*ck!" at slightly different times.
Then Chris did the stupidest, and bravest thing I have personally seen.
He went to karate chop the gun out of the man's hand. But he was slightly too slow, and before he could do anything else, the man shot him in the chest.
The loud report deafened me for a moment. I merely stared in shock as Chris was knocked backward onto the ground.
I turned back to the man, ignoring my other two friends. He pointed the gun at me.
It's lovely silver finish gleamed in the sunlight.

I looked at that gun, and I knew I was going to die.

I began to sing quietly. "To change myself, I'd rather die, though they will not understand…" The man glared at me, the coldness in his eyes clear.

"Is that your answer?"

My final moments. A song popped into my head. Rumors of my Demise Have Been Greatly Exaggerated, by Rise Against. "When I die, will they remember not, what I've done, but what I haven't; oh it's not the end, that I fear with each breath, it's life that scares me to death…"

I realized then how badly I wanted to live.


He pulled the trigger.