Something About - Chapter Six
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Faeryn felt the rush of the gun up through her whole arm. Through her whole body. It sent a chill down her spine and she shuddered silently with the recoil of the gun. Everything slowed down to a snail's pace in that moment and Faeryn was able to take the whole scene in with incredible clarity. She had always been able to slow things down to a level where she had more time to think, to react. It was just one of those many talents she used to be made fun of for. Now, it was part of her survival.
She was able to watch in stunned silence as the crouching man was knocked swiftly off his feet with her well-aimed shot. He landed with a heavy thud on the dusty ground, his last breath knocked out of his lungs in a rush and a poof of dust. As his boots settled on the ground she looked around and took in the events.
The two men, one Brian and one not, spun around from their captive girls, they had their clumsy hands on the butts of their guns, but not quickly enough. Faeryn already had her gun cocked back and pointed square between the eyes of the one who was not Brian. Not Brian took a moment to look around and saw the body of the crouching man on the dusty ground. He lay in a growing puddle of dark red mud. The toes of his boots pointed to the night sky. Crouching man's gun lay a foot or so from his hand.
Faeryn watched this with sly amusement; she knew it would take her less than a second to kill both of these men. But she didn't want to just yet, and as long as nothing interfered there would be no problems. But no sooner than she thought that, someone did interfere. One of the captive girls stood up. A low growl rose from her throat, as she dusted herself off. Her hood fell back to reveal stunning auburn hair and flashing green eyes.
Not Brian was too occupied with the dead shot six-shooter staring him in the eye to turn around at the sound of the girl's growl from behind him. But Brian turned around. And he did it quickly enough so that he was able to pull out his gun.
He wasn't quite quick enough though and the red-head was able to turn and kick him swiftly in the groin. He dropped to the ground holding his balls. His gun fell forgotten next to him and the red-head picked it up off the ground.
Faeryn watched this all with fascination. It was strange what limits one could find when pushed to the edge, she thought as she stared at the young girl. She was now standing over Brian with his own gun pointed at his face. Faeryn made note to herself that the gun the red-head so cleverly got from Brian was useless as it was. There was no bullet in the chamber. The other girl was now huddled quietly in the pooling darkness by the benches along the outer edge of the fire. The girl that Faeryn recognized, from so long ago.
"What the hell Ed, come fucking help me. Kill these bitches and fucking help me!" Brian yelled out from his vulnerable position on the ground.
Not Brian, now known as Ed, spun around at the sound of his friend's voice. He had, until then, remained fixated on the gun that was apt to take his life. But now, carelessly he decided that the strange dark haired girl was not going to shoot him. Faeryn saw this all in slow motion, she saw what the man named Ed planned to do; he wouldn't finish his plan, not this time.
Ed made his spin without an issue and wound back his arm. He slapped the crazy red-headed girl hard across the face. She went sprawling into the dirt, but quickly regained her posture and held up the gun at Ed. She pulled the trigger. Nothing happened.
A deafening blast rung through the night air, that was otherwise silent before, save for the panting of the downed man, Brian. Ed clapped his hand to his forehead as a small dark hole appeared there. His hat flew off his head and blood began to rush fluidly from between his fingers. He fell to the ground with a sickening thud, spreading his own dark roan puddle of mud under his face. It was the same color as the puddle underneath the crouching man.
The girl with the red hair sat in shock, covered in the blood of the man named Ed. Her commandeered gun sat beside her in a sad gesture of surrender.
All of that happened in a matter of seconds that to Faeryn lasted a lifetime. But there was still the problem of the man Brian.
He sat in the dust, gunless and afraid; he backed away from Faeryn, skidding slowly along the ground on his ass. Sweat dampened his face and his lip trembled. His boots scurried along in front of him in a completely useless fashion as he slid himself backwards.
Faeryn took one step toward him. A small smile spread on her face but was gone as soon as it was there. She held up her gun and cocked it back. Her finger rested gently on the trigger.
"Oh, you bitch." Mumbled Brian, seemingly to the empty night behind Faeryn.
A gunshot went off before Faeryn even had time to pull the trigger of her gun. Brian was knocked backwards into the dust, his body convulsed once and he fell silent, adding to the already mounting stench of death.
Faeryn turned around to see where the shot had come from, half expecting the red headed girl, but knowing full well who she would see.
Despite the matted quality of the blond curls, and the tear stains on the freckled cheeks, Faeryn couldn't mistake who it was that stood in front of her.
She was able to watch in stunned silence as the crouching man was knocked swiftly off his feet with her well-aimed shot. He landed with a heavy thud on the dusty ground, his last breath knocked out of his lungs in a rush and a poof of dust. As his boots settled on the ground she looked around and took in the events.
The two men, one Brian and one not, spun around from their captive girls, they had their clumsy hands on the butts of their guns, but not quickly enough. Faeryn already had her gun cocked back and pointed square between the eyes of the one who was not Brian. Not Brian took a moment to look around and saw the body of the crouching man on the dusty ground. He lay in a growing puddle of dark red mud. The toes of his boots pointed to the night sky. Crouching man's gun lay a foot or so from his hand.
Faeryn watched this with sly amusement; she knew it would take her less than a second to kill both of these men. But she didn't want to just yet, and as long as nothing interfered there would be no problems. But no sooner than she thought that, someone did interfere. One of the captive girls stood up. A low growl rose from her throat, as she dusted herself off. Her hood fell back to reveal stunning auburn hair and flashing green eyes.
Not Brian was too occupied with the dead shot six-shooter staring him in the eye to turn around at the sound of the girl's growl from behind him. But Brian turned around. And he did it quickly enough so that he was able to pull out his gun.
He wasn't quite quick enough though and the red-head was able to turn and kick him swiftly in the groin. He dropped to the ground holding his balls. His gun fell forgotten next to him and the red-head picked it up off the ground.
Faeryn watched this all with fascination. It was strange what limits one could find when pushed to the edge, she thought as she stared at the young girl. She was now standing over Brian with his own gun pointed at his face. Faeryn made note to herself that the gun the red-head so cleverly got from Brian was useless as it was. There was no bullet in the chamber. The other girl was now huddled quietly in the pooling darkness by the benches along the outer edge of the fire. The girl that Faeryn recognized, from so long ago.
"What the hell Ed, come fucking help me. Kill these bitches and fucking help me!" Brian yelled out from his vulnerable position on the ground.
Not Brian, now known as Ed, spun around at the sound of his friend's voice. He had, until then, remained fixated on the gun that was apt to take his life. But now, carelessly he decided that the strange dark haired girl was not going to shoot him. Faeryn saw this all in slow motion, she saw what the man named Ed planned to do; he wouldn't finish his plan, not this time.
Ed made his spin without an issue and wound back his arm. He slapped the crazy red-headed girl hard across the face. She went sprawling into the dirt, but quickly regained her posture and held up the gun at Ed. She pulled the trigger. Nothing happened.
A deafening blast rung through the night air, that was otherwise silent before, save for the panting of the downed man, Brian. Ed clapped his hand to his forehead as a small dark hole appeared there. His hat flew off his head and blood began to rush fluidly from between his fingers. He fell to the ground with a sickening thud, spreading his own dark roan puddle of mud under his face. It was the same color as the puddle underneath the crouching man.
The girl with the red hair sat in shock, covered in the blood of the man named Ed. Her commandeered gun sat beside her in a sad gesture of surrender.
All of that happened in a matter of seconds that to Faeryn lasted a lifetime. But there was still the problem of the man Brian.
He sat in the dust, gunless and afraid; he backed away from Faeryn, skidding slowly along the ground on his ass. Sweat dampened his face and his lip trembled. His boots scurried along in front of him in a completely useless fashion as he slid himself backwards.
Faeryn took one step toward him. A small smile spread on her face but was gone as soon as it was there. She held up her gun and cocked it back. Her finger rested gently on the trigger.
"Oh, you bitch." Mumbled Brian, seemingly to the empty night behind Faeryn.
A gunshot went off before Faeryn even had time to pull the trigger of her gun. Brian was knocked backwards into the dust, his body convulsed once and he fell silent, adding to the already mounting stench of death.
Faeryn turned around to see where the shot had come from, half expecting the red headed girl, but knowing full well who she would see.
Despite the matted quality of the blond curls, and the tear stains on the freckled cheeks, Faeryn couldn't mistake who it was that stood in front of her.
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