“What do you see in the distance?” Val peeked out of the corner of his left eye to Fred that didn’t turn his head.
“I see nothing but the field.”
“Good. Now picture this: What happens if she is standing there with an attacker that is about to take her life?” Val thumbed the chamber release and dropped a bullet into the nearest chamber that is next to the barrel when closing the gun. He cocked the hammer as the wheel turned.
“I would protect her.” Fred thought of what she looked like with her sandy blonde hair that stretches down to her lower back.
“I sure would protect her.”
Val raised the gun in his hand and pulled the trigger when the gunfire rumbled out into the distance. Fred jumped when he looked at him.
“What in the hell are you doing?” Fred bellowed.
“Just giving you a reason to use a gun again.” Val opened the gun and dropped the cartridge onto the tarmac. The sound of the metal rattled on the cracked foundation that is below his feet.
He put another bullet into the gun and closed the chamber wheel, presenting the gun to Fred that didn’t look at it like it is a snake that is about ready to bite. He looked at it like a person that found the power that is inside the gun. Away from the evils of what the gun is in the reasons of taking life that will never return again.
“Hold it and see what you can see in the dark. No one will come and no one will get hurt. There is no one in the distance that will be shot.” Val nodded his head when he looked at the gun that is still being presented to Fred.
“What are you waiting for? Grab the gun.” Val motioned the gun like it was going to vanish into the wind when Fred shook his head, grabbing the gun when he felt no shakes in his hands anymore. He kept the gun pointed on the deck when Fred felt like he was not breathing anymore. He felt nothing but the sound of the thumps of his heart beating inside his eardrums. Time seems to suspend for him when he started to unfold into the events that have long since passed.
He remembered when he first met her when Fred found her underneath the table finish of wood that is made of cherry. The wood upon it held scratches and old bullet scraps of others matters that went horribly out of hand. He sees the color of her eyes when he rose the shape of the cross up against her when she crept back in pain of the point that is approached upon her sweet and beautiful face. She moaned and flinched a little when she found the tip of the bolt pressed up against her skull now when Fred continued to point the crossbow, feeling the weight of killing so much when he breathed and breathed and breathed as the finish of the table reflected the lights that are lit above this room in a mansion that was in care of one Mort Sky. The crossbow felt heavy in his hand before he dropped the crossbow, hearing the sound of some roaring metal that is pushed up against a cropping of rocks in a river bend when it banged and banged in the consciousness in Fred’s intellect.
Why do I need to kill? She has not brought any harm to me. Fred fought with his consciousness coming to light.
I know that she is a killer. I know that she is the truth of what she is? The very center of what is the truth is rotten, evil, death to us all. Fred continued to keep the crossbow level when her voice broke over the long distance metal that is banging up against the rocks.
“Help me.” She spoke in the desire of a child when Fred broke his need to kill her altogether. He dropped the crossbow when he met Nina, the sister of Val Lioncourt. He didn’t know until at this present moment standing here, he is standing next to him with a snub nose .38 wielded in his hand. He pointed the gun out towards the distance when Val waited for him to pull the trigger.
“Are you afraid now?” Val crossed his arms across his chest as the sword banged on his hip.
“I never was afraid.” Fred pulled the trigger.
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They are driving towards the docks where a man named Donnie is waiting for them. Fred never went to the docks before when he kept his nerve up, looking out of the windows that surrounds the car that is about the size of a beast that hogged up the road.
“Keep that gun ready. Sometimes they do come back to the victim to finish the job.” Val instructed when Fred nodded his head, putting it in his pocket for a quick draw when necessary. Val kept one hand on the wheel of the car as he has a pair of sunglasses on.
“Can you see anything?”
“Our people are sometimes sensitive to the light.” Val laid his eyes on the rearview mirror. Fred didn’t see this; his eyes are closed to him.
“What about the Nine, what happened in there before I showed back up?”
Fred explained about the spy that is within the organization. Val heard every single word when Val turned his attention back to the road with his mind running at every possible angle.
“What do you think about that?” Fred scored his worry when Val rolled his head a little and then blinked his eyes behind his styled sunglasses.
“We have those problems more than I can count on my fingers.” Val looked at the lit floorboard and the cigarette burns that created little black spot on the old carpet. He fetched something out of his pocket when it revealed that there is a capped syringe with some cloudy but clear substance with a curative bottle in the baggie as well.
“Hold this. I want you to inject it into the victim’s bloodstream when we get there.” Val instructed with his voice insisting not to mess anything up when Fred grabbed the baggie and placed it between his feet that are planted on the floorboard. He sighed when Fred felt like getting some sleep on the drive over there when he remembered the gun that is in his pocket. He swiped the strand of hair off from his left eye when he swore he can feel a zit growing underneath the curve of his nose, getting bigger and bigger when he waited for the white spot to show up.
As he approached the docks, Fred sees the fencing that is posted up all around the perimeter with warnings to keep out of the premises. The building that makes up all of it looks like it is blown out of the nineteen sixties when he sees the cropping of the tin metal that is upon the roof that is started to show heavy stains of rust. Some of the windows are coupled together by heavy layers of duct tape when Val stopped in front of the gate that is closed and hopped out of the car with the sound of the 350 engine grumbling away underneath the hood. Val did the work of opening the gate when he came back to the driver’s seat and closed the door.
“Whatever you do don’t look at the scar on his face for too long. He doesn’t like it.” Val says when he geared the car into Donnie’s Docks with Fred wondered what kind of guy this Donnie is when he wished he had his crossbow in this descent into something that is far more pitiful than the .38 that is in his pocket.
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