Target practice? He was actually gonna trust me enough to take me out for fucking target practice? Holy shit. He was totally insane. Didn't he remember me beatin' the fuck out of his feet a few hours ago with a big stick? I could remember it, still hear the sound of the wood hitting flesh loud in my ears. Knew I wasn't likely to forget that sound anytime ever.
Slowly I noded my head up and down, instantly distrustful of him anytime he ever said anything was my choice. Nothing was my decision, it was all about him and how far and fast he could jerk me around. But I didn't mind bein' jerked around so much as long as there was a semi-automatic weapon in my hand.
Apparently I'd made the right choice cause he immediately back up off of me before scooting to the edge of the bed and lookin' for his clothes. I took that as my cue before I found the shorts and t-shirt that I'd been wearin'. Hated these fuckin' clothes, I needed some new threads and the sooner the better. Nothin' like leather pressed up against my skin, ya know? Feel like my old self soon as I was wearin' the right clothes again. Like my skin was just longin' for it.
"So let's check out these toys of yours." I finally said after I was dressed and standin' up on the other side of the bed.
Pulled my clothes on and tried not to limp when I moved towards the door. Shouldn't be showing weakness in front of her, but the broken toes fucking hurt, and there wasn't much I could do about that right now. Didn't really want to squeeze them into shoes at the moment either. Could feel the keys in my pocket as we walked towards the front door. Faith could always take one of the guns, kill me, and then go wherever the fuck she wanted.
The sun was starting to set and the stars were just beginning to show up in the sky. There was a light off the back porch, so we should be able to see what the hell we were doing. I popped the trunk and started to pull the weapons into view. They'd been hidden underneath a piece of carpet. "See? Told you I had a lot of stuff." I know there was a grin on my face as I ran my fingers over the handles of the swords and knives.
Reaching in, I grabbed a sawed-off shotgun and held it out to her. "Not loaded, but this might be better for you than a handgun. Packs one hell of a punch. If you're close enough, you can cut someone almost in half with it." Speaking of handguns, I brought out a Magnum. Hefted it in my hand, checked to see if there were shells in the chamber.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a rabbit go running over the sand. I spun and fired, the shot echoing in the silence. The rabbit let out a scream, sounding very similar to a dying woman. Watched as it twitched on the ground before I turned back around to look at Faith. "So, you want to try that thing out back, or should I lock it in the trunk for now?"
I was so fucking pissed when I saw all the weapons and shit he had hidin' under the carpet. Under the carpet in the trunk! Where'd I'd been hog-tied for about seven days straight. Tons of shiny blades and guns and things I coulda used to perpetuate my own escape. Why was I so fucking stupid sometimes? Why hadn't I looked harder? Tried harder? Been less scared? I hated moments like these that just showed me what a total dumbass I was.
Frowning I took the shotgun from him and watched as he killed a rabbit with a handgun. I raised an eyebrow as the thing squeeling and then keeled over, sick little smirk crossing his handsome face. Of course, give me the gun that wasn't loaded. Like I could do anything with this. Sawed off shotgun? Hell no. I wanted the little tiny gun that he had. Way more versatile, ya know?
Instantly I took a step back as he gave me another choice. There were no choices in our little universe so why wouldn't he just quit pretending?
"Wanna try this thing out." I said solemnly, holding the shotgun to me possessively as I gave him a look.
Yeah, I bet she wanted to try that thing out. I'd just got done telling her it could blast a person in half and now she wants me to just hand over some ammo. I reached back into the trunk and pulled out a box of shells for the shotgun, sticking them in my pocket. "Ever fire a shotgun before, Faith? You have to be very careful with one of those or you'll end up on your ass." Pocketed a box of bullets for the gun I had and slammed the trunk shut.
"Come on, let's go play." We walked around to the back of the cabin and the porch light lit up, revealing a spread of cacti. Some of them were taller than I was. "Give me that." I scowled at her until Faith handed me the shotgun. Popping it open, I slid two shells inside before closing it again. Sticking my gun in the front of my pants and really hoping that it didn't go off, I motioned for her to come around in front of me.
"You see that big one to the right? I want you to hit it with both barrels." Her back pressed up against my chest and I set the gun into her hands. "You want this to the side of your body. When you shoot, the gun is going to kick like a mule, and the butt will slam into your stomach. Someone of your size, you'd get more than just light bruises." I angled the gun, putting my hands on her arms, holding her steady.
"If this was a rifle or a regular shotgun, you'd have it tight against your shoulder. Since it isn't this should work just fine. Ease your finger around the triggers. You'll want to pull both at once. Think you can hit your target?" She gave me a look and I grinned. As long as she didn't shoot me, I didn't give a shit what went boom.
I already knew how to fire a gun. Damn. Was he always this bossy? Rolling my eyes I stayed pressed up against him as my finger squeezed the trigger. The kickback sent me slamming back against his chest as he held me steady. Okay, wasn't expecting that much of a kickback but the last time I'd fired a weapon this big was when I was at full slayer strength. Now I was just...Faith. Not even Faith, because I felt a little broken.
Glancing back up I looked at the target and noticed that my aim had been spot on. See. I knew I was good at something...you know, besides givin' head. Something practical like shooting. Could shoot him, turn around right now and fire the gun, aim right between his eyes. Sure, my ass would end up on the ground but he'd be dead so it seemed worth it to me. Frowning, I pushed the thoughts away as I turned around and handed the shotgun back to him.
"That one kicks back to much. You got anything smaller?" I asked him, eyeing the handgun he still had with him. I liked the looks of that way better. Way less conspicious, easier to carry around and handle. Needed to be able to handle my own piece...so to speak.
I smiled as a huge chunk of the cactus was blown right off. It was now leaning to the side, like that tower in Italy. This would come in handy, as long as she wanted to keep playing with me. If anyone tried to to stop us, they would end up bleeding on the ground in no time at all. Faith looked a lot better with a knife though, like it was an extension of her body.
That shotgun was not going to work for her. If I hadn't been behind Faith, she would have ended up on the ground. After she handed me the gun, I pulled loose the empty shells and reloaded it before resting it on my arm. She hadn't shot me, not yet anyway, but I didn't know if she would keep playing nice with the other gun.
I brought the handgun out of my pants, debating on handing it to her at all before slowly lowering it into Faith's palm. "This one might have too much of a kick too. I do have smaller ones back in the car." Provided I was still breathing in a few minutes, I'd go get one. "Use both hands and spread your legs apart a little before pulling the trigger." Why in the hell am I trusting her with this? I had no idea.
Cocking the shotgun, I moved to the right of where she was standing. If Faith's gun came in my direction, she'd end up with the barrels of mine in her face. I wasn't sure which of us would be able to fire faster, but she'd better fucking kill me, or I would see how long it would take for her to die. "See if you can hit the same one as before."
Cocking the handgun, I did like he told me even though I'd fired a gun plenty of times in my day. Why was he treatin' me like a kindergartener all of a sudden? Damn. These days a girl needed a gun when she didn't have slayer powers to fall back on, ya know? Pulling the trigger with my legs spread slightly apart I hit the cactus dead on, and the kickback hardly phased me at all.
"I like this one a lot better." I announced as I turned back to him, gun still in my hand. He held out his hand palm up, a silent request for the gun. He was probably gonna show me something but I wasn't thinkin' about that. Just thinkin' I felt safer with the gun in my hands.
"No." I said, shaking my head at him and frowning as another flash of anger went across his eyes. He took a step closer to me as if to take the gun from my hand and I instinctively raised it, makin' his forehead the target as I took another step back. Shit. What was I doin'?
With shaking hands I held the gun pointed at him, and watched him carefully as he started to raise the shotgun.
"Watch it." I warned him. "I gotta tell you. Been awhile since I used one of these but I remember havin' an itchy trigger finger. Bet you remember that too." Takin' a deep breath all of my muscles were locked up as I held the gun pointed at him.
"Look, I told you I'd go with you and I will. But this is mine now. If you try and take it back I'll shoot you."
Faith seemed to enjoy shooting that one a lot more than the shotgun. I went to take the it back, and saw the look on her face. Shit. Knew I should have picked up a bullet proof vest. Really didn't want to shoot her, but I would if I had to. Started to bring the gun up, only stopping when I realized where the barrel of hers was pointed. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Her hands were shaking, but even if she was slightly off target, a gun that size would make one hell of a fucking hole. I kept myself very still, knowing that if I moved, she might accidently squeeze that trigger. She wants the gun? She can have the damn thing. Not like there aren't a dozen others in the trunk. Plus, I have the extra ammo for the one in her hand.
"Fine, keep it." I deliberately turned and faced the group of cacti again. Probably shouldn't turn my back on her, but I highly doubted that she'd shoot me if I wasn't pointing my own gun at her. Targeting a fresh cactus, I fired one of the barrels. A big chunk went sailing off into the darkness. I shifted position slightly and blasted the other arm of the plant. Emptied the shells onto the sand before looking back at her. "You have enough fun yet, or would you like to keep playing?"
Wow. Okay, that went alot better than I thought it would. He just told me fine and turned around to blow another hole in the cactus. Thought for sure one of us would be shootin' the other one but he seemed more interested in shooting cactus right at the moment. Which was probably good, cause shootin' him? Not something I was gonna look forward to when it inevitably happened.
"Okay...I mean, good." I said, nodding to myself and lowering the gun when what he'd said to me finally made sense and my gun had been pointed at his back instead of his face. We were shooting cactus again, that was good. Did he remember the last time I shot him? Faked him out something wicked.
Holdin' the gun again like he told me to, I took off the top of the cactus he'd been blowin' holes in with the shotgun. It wasn't gonna be so bad. On the road with him, with a semi-automatic weapon...and new clothes. I was desperate for new clothes. Feel like a brand new chick as soon as I changed.
My eyes kept flickering over to him, studying the features of his face. I wanted to study him forever, disect him so I'd finally know how he'd react to anything.
She finished of my target and I couldn't help but grin a little. She was better than I'd expected, and would only improve with more practice I reloaded and fired both barrels this time, cutting a really tall cactus in half and stepping backwards when it started to fall in our direction. Rather not get full of damn spines if I can help it. Didn't think Faith would bother pulling them out of me.
Ejecting the shells, I set the gun over my arm and started to walk back towards the cabin. "I'm going to have something to eat." Thought about it for a second before taking the box of bullets for her gun out of my pocket and setting it on the top step of the porch. "Here. Have fun. We'll leave in the morning after breakfast."
If she wanted to stay out until the wee hours of the morning killing plants, fine by me. My feet were starting to ache, I needed to prop them up on something while I ate. Fucking broken toes. I walked back into the cabin and headed towards the kitchen. Spagetti sounded good, even if it would take a while to cook. By the time I sat down in one of the chairs, the noodles were boiling and the sauce was starting to warm. Nice meal, some sleep, and I'd be ready for a huge fucking drive.
Slowly I noded my head up and down, instantly distrustful of him anytime he ever said anything was my choice. Nothing was my decision, it was all about him and how far and fast he could jerk me around. But I didn't mind bein' jerked around so much as long as there was a semi-automatic weapon in my hand.
Apparently I'd made the right choice cause he immediately back up off of me before scooting to the edge of the bed and lookin' for his clothes. I took that as my cue before I found the shorts and t-shirt that I'd been wearin'. Hated these fuckin' clothes, I needed some new threads and the sooner the better. Nothin' like leather pressed up against my skin, ya know? Feel like my old self soon as I was wearin' the right clothes again. Like my skin was just longin' for it.
"So let's check out these toys of yours." I finally said after I was dressed and standin' up on the other side of the bed.
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The sun was starting to set and the stars were just beginning to show up in the sky. There was a light off the back porch, so we should be able to see what the hell we were doing. I popped the trunk and started to pull the weapons into view. They'd been hidden underneath a piece of carpet. "See? Told you I had a lot of stuff." I know there was a grin on my face as I ran my fingers over the handles of the swords and knives.
Reaching in, I grabbed a sawed-off shotgun and held it out to her. "Not loaded, but this might be better for you than a handgun. Packs one hell of a punch. If you're close enough, you can cut someone almost in half with it." Speaking of handguns, I brought out a Magnum. Hefted it in my hand, checked to see if there were shells in the chamber.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a rabbit go running over the sand. I spun and fired, the shot echoing in the silence. The rabbit let out a scream, sounding very similar to a dying woman. Watched as it twitched on the ground before I turned back around to look at Faith. "So, you want to try that thing out back, or should I lock it in the trunk for now?"
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Frowning I took the shotgun from him and watched as he killed a rabbit with a handgun. I raised an eyebrow as the thing squeeling and then keeled over, sick little smirk crossing his handsome face. Of course, give me the gun that wasn't loaded. Like I could do anything with this. Sawed off shotgun? Hell no. I wanted the little tiny gun that he had. Way more versatile, ya know?
Instantly I took a step back as he gave me another choice. There were no choices in our little universe so why wouldn't he just quit pretending?
"Wanna try this thing out." I said solemnly, holding the shotgun to me possessively as I gave him a look.
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"Come on, let's go play." We walked around to the back of the cabin and the porch light lit up, revealing a spread of cacti. Some of them were taller than I was. "Give me that." I scowled at her until Faith handed me the shotgun. Popping it open, I slid two shells inside before closing it again. Sticking my gun in the front of my pants and really hoping that it didn't go off, I motioned for her to come around in front of me.
"You see that big one to the right? I want you to hit it with both barrels." Her back pressed up against my chest and I set the gun into her hands. "You want this to the side of your body. When you shoot, the gun is going to kick like a mule, and the butt will slam into your stomach. Someone of your size, you'd get more than just light bruises." I angled the gun, putting my hands on her arms, holding her steady.
"If this was a rifle or a regular shotgun, you'd have it tight against your shoulder. Since it isn't this should work just fine. Ease your finger around the triggers. You'll want to pull both at once. Think you can hit your target?" She gave me a look and I grinned. As long as she didn't shoot me, I didn't give a shit what went boom.
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Glancing back up I looked at the target and noticed that my aim had been spot on. See. I knew I was good at something...you know, besides givin' head. Something practical like shooting. Could shoot him, turn around right now and fire the gun, aim right between his eyes. Sure, my ass would end up on the ground but he'd be dead so it seemed worth it to me. Frowning, I pushed the thoughts away as I turned around and handed the shotgun back to him.
"That one kicks back to much. You got anything smaller?" I asked him, eyeing the handgun he still had with him. I liked the looks of that way better. Way less conspicious, easier to carry around and handle. Needed to be able to handle my own piece...so to speak.
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That shotgun was not going to work for her. If I hadn't been behind Faith, she would have ended up on the ground. After she handed me the gun, I pulled loose the empty shells and reloaded it before resting it on my arm. She hadn't shot me, not yet anyway, but I didn't know if she would keep playing nice with the other gun.
I brought the handgun out of my pants, debating on handing it to her at all before slowly lowering it into Faith's palm. "This one might have too much of a kick too. I do have smaller ones back in the car." Provided I was still breathing in a few minutes, I'd go get one. "Use both hands and spread your legs apart a little before pulling the trigger." Why in the hell am I trusting her with this? I had no idea.
Cocking the shotgun, I moved to the right of where she was standing. If Faith's gun came in my direction, she'd end up with the barrels of mine in her face. I wasn't sure which of us would be able to fire faster, but she'd better fucking kill me, or I would see how long it would take for her to die. "See if you can hit the same one as before."
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"I like this one a lot better." I announced as I turned back to him, gun still in my hand. He held out his hand palm up, a silent request for the gun. He was probably gonna show me something but I wasn't thinkin' about that. Just thinkin' I felt safer with the gun in my hands.
"No." I said, shaking my head at him and frowning as another flash of anger went across his eyes. He took a step closer to me as if to take the gun from my hand and I instinctively raised it, makin' his forehead the target as I took another step back. Shit. What was I doin'?
With shaking hands I held the gun pointed at him, and watched him carefully as he started to raise the shotgun.
"Watch it." I warned him. "I gotta tell you. Been awhile since I used one of these but I remember havin' an itchy trigger finger. Bet you remember that too." Takin' a deep breath all of my muscles were locked up as I held the gun pointed at him.
"Look, I told you I'd go with you and I will. But this is mine now. If you try and take it back I'll shoot you."
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Her hands were shaking, but even if she was slightly off target, a gun that size would make one hell of a fucking hole. I kept myself very still, knowing that if I moved, she might accidently squeeze that trigger. She wants the gun? She can have the damn thing. Not like there aren't a dozen others in the trunk. Plus, I have the extra ammo for the one in her hand.
"Fine, keep it." I deliberately turned and faced the group of cacti again. Probably shouldn't turn my back on her, but I highly doubted that she'd shoot me if I wasn't pointing my own gun at her. Targeting a fresh cactus, I fired one of the barrels. A big chunk went sailing off into the darkness. I shifted position slightly and blasted the other arm of the plant. Emptied the shells onto the sand before looking back at her. "You have enough fun yet, or would you like to keep playing?"
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"Okay...I mean, good." I said, nodding to myself and lowering the gun when what he'd said to me finally made sense and my gun had been pointed at his back instead of his face. We were shooting cactus again, that was good. Did he remember the last time I shot him? Faked him out something wicked.
Holdin' the gun again like he told me to, I took off the top of the cactus he'd been blowin' holes in with the shotgun. It wasn't gonna be so bad. On the road with him, with a semi-automatic weapon...and new clothes. I was desperate for new clothes. Feel like a brand new chick as soon as I changed.
My eyes kept flickering over to him, studying the features of his face. I wanted to study him forever, disect him so I'd finally know how he'd react to anything.
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Ejecting the shells, I set the gun over my arm and started to walk back towards the cabin. "I'm going to have something to eat." Thought about it for a second before taking the box of bullets for her gun out of my pocket and setting it on the top step of the porch. "Here. Have fun. We'll leave in the morning after breakfast."
If she wanted to stay out until the wee hours of the morning killing plants, fine by me. My feet were starting to ache, I needed to prop them up on something while I ate. Fucking broken toes. I walked back into the cabin and headed towards the kitchen. Spagetti sounded good, even if it would take a while to cook. By the time I sat down in one of the chairs, the noodles were boiling and the sauce was starting to warm. Nice meal, some sleep, and I'd be ready for a huge fucking drive.
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