~Winston Canon Stories~

Miles Canon Death

//If you didn't know, Miles dies at the age of 28 (his canon backstory) And here's the story~!! (it's short ;v; )


Miles clenched his hand on the steering wheel, one driving while the other held his cigarette. His car drove faster than the speed limit, but this was an emergency. He inhaled some smoke from his cigarette and exhaled. He sighed and then slowed the car down as he arrived at the crime scene. As much as he hated this bastard, he had Madison. He couldn't let this bastard hurt her. Not today.
He pulled up and jumped out of his car, pulling out his gun. He ran to the house door, not even bothering knocking. He kicked the door down and held out his gun. He looked around, not seeing anybody on the first floor. He noticed the basement door was open. That's where it was. His lab. Miles rushed to the door ran down the stairs and managed to get there just in time. He saw Kyle with Madison, he had her clenched onto a table and had some knives. Miles growled, pointing his gun at him.
"Kyle, drop it, now!" He said angrily. Kyle heard the voice and turned his head.
"Leave, Miles." He said, looking at him. But Miles didn't listen, he just kept his gun aimed at him. Kyle saw this and he sighed, setting down the scalpel he had in his hand and he pulled out his gun from the inside of his lab coat and aimed it at Miles. 
"I said leave." He said in a threatening tone. Miles stared at him but he grabbed a cart and pushed it towards Kyle which caused him to fall by surprise. Miles ran to Madison and unclipped her from the table with a click of a button. "Get in my car and get out of here." He hissed towards her and Madison paused and jumped off the table, tears in her eyes. 
"Miles, what about you--"
"Leave." He growled at her. Madison listened and she quickly ran out, she was going to call for help. Kyle got up and shot Miles in the leg. He growled loudly and lost his balance and fell. He ended up dropping his gun.
"Son of a bitch," Miles growled as he crawled towards his gun but it was too late. Kyle stood over Miles and aimed the gun at his head. Kyle's expression was neutral. The man didn't show a glimpse of care in his expression. "I've wanted to do this for a long time." He said, then pulled the trigger, shooting Miles straight in the head.