*crawls out of the woodwork yet again*
Author: Aublivienne
Story: Singularity Syndrome
Title: Cannon
Challenge: Milk & Honey #7 (xoxo)
Extras/Toppings: n/a
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 490
Summary: Alain backs Carmine into a tough spot.
Notes: This was originally part of a larger piece that I've been working on over the past few months--don't worry, I plan on posting it whenever I finish it so you all can see what's going on. :)
Carmine laughed, mainly to hide the fact that he was afraid. Guns and mad scientists didn't scare him by themselves, but staring down the barrel of Alain's lightning cannon was a little on the terrifying side. “Wait a minute,” he said, backing up against a pillar. “We-we don't have to do this now. Yes, we hate each other and all that, but is this really necessary-“
“You're shaking,” Alain observed, keeping the gun trained on Carmine's head. “I thought you were used to this sort of thing...you know, with you getting into all those gunfights.”
“Alain,” Carmine whispered. “This really isn't the time...”
Alain pulled back a lever on the side of the gun, priming it. “I don't think that you're in a position to decide when the time is,” he said. “Especially considering that once I pull this trigger, those piercings are going to turn you into a human lightning rod.” He glanced down at Carmine's thigh holsters and smiled, reopening the barely-healed knife wounds around his mouth. “Not to mention what those will do to your legs when the heat turns them into high explosives. Tell me...how do you plan on pursuing your bounty hunting career without the use of your lower body?”
Carmine swallowed hard. “Dude, come on...” His voice cracked.
Alain rolled his eyes. “Pathetic,” he said, pulling the trigger.
Carmine screamed as thunder roared in his left ear. The heat from the lightning burned one side of his face, but it was over quickly. Carmine slowly looked over his shoulder at the dead henchman on the floor.
“You...oh god, I could kiss you right now...”
Alain pressed the warm gun barrel against Carmine's chest. “Don't,” he said flatly. He nudged Carmine's head to one side and examined his rival's injuries. “Your face will be fine. You'll get some mean blisters, maybe some peeling skin, but you should be alright after a few days. Your eardrum is probably completely fucked, but if we get out of this alive, I know some people who can reconstruct it.” Alain lowered the gun and smirked. “You didn't piss yourself, did you?”
Carmine shook his head in an attempt to make the ringing in his ear fade. “Of course not,” he said. He drew his revolvers. “So...are we going, or not?” He turned on his heel and stepped over the dead man.
“See, this would be when I'd kill you, if I wanted to,” Alain said. “You're ready to fight back. It would be fun.”
Carmine stopped and took a deep breath. He couldn't hear out of one ear, but Alain wasn't too concerned about stealth. He would probably come at him from the front with that vicious gun of his-
“Don't worry your pretty little head, Sweetness,” Alain said walking ahead. “We've got things to do right now.”
Story: Singularity Syndrome
Title: Cannon
Challenge: Milk & Honey #7 (xoxo)
Extras/Toppings: n/a
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 490
Summary: Alain backs Carmine into a tough spot.
Notes: This was originally part of a larger piece that I've been working on over the past few months--don't worry, I plan on posting it whenever I finish it so you all can see what's going on. :)
Carmine laughed, mainly to hide the fact that he was afraid. Guns and mad scientists didn't scare him by themselves, but staring down the barrel of Alain's lightning cannon was a little on the terrifying side. “Wait a minute,” he said, backing up against a pillar. “We-we don't have to do this now. Yes, we hate each other and all that, but is this really necessary-“
“You're shaking,” Alain observed, keeping the gun trained on Carmine's head. “I thought you were used to this sort of thing...you know, with you getting into all those gunfights.”
“Alain,” Carmine whispered. “This really isn't the time...”
Alain pulled back a lever on the side of the gun, priming it. “I don't think that you're in a position to decide when the time is,” he said. “Especially considering that once I pull this trigger, those piercings are going to turn you into a human lightning rod.” He glanced down at Carmine's thigh holsters and smiled, reopening the barely-healed knife wounds around his mouth. “Not to mention what those will do to your legs when the heat turns them into high explosives. Tell me...how do you plan on pursuing your bounty hunting career without the use of your lower body?”
Carmine swallowed hard. “Dude, come on...” His voice cracked.
Alain rolled his eyes. “Pathetic,” he said, pulling the trigger.
Carmine screamed as thunder roared in his left ear. The heat from the lightning burned one side of his face, but it was over quickly. Carmine slowly looked over his shoulder at the dead henchman on the floor.
“You...oh god, I could kiss you right now...”
Alain pressed the warm gun barrel against Carmine's chest. “Don't,” he said flatly. He nudged Carmine's head to one side and examined his rival's injuries. “Your face will be fine. You'll get some mean blisters, maybe some peeling skin, but you should be alright after a few days. Your eardrum is probably completely fucked, but if we get out of this alive, I know some people who can reconstruct it.” Alain lowered the gun and smirked. “You didn't piss yourself, did you?”
Carmine shook his head in an attempt to make the ringing in his ear fade. “Of course not,” he said. He drew his revolvers. “So...are we going, or not?” He turned on his heel and stepped over the dead man.
“See, this would be when I'd kill you, if I wanted to,” Alain said. “You're ready to fight back. It would be fun.”
Carmine stopped and took a deep breath. He couldn't hear out of one ear, but Alain wasn't too concerned about stealth. He would probably come at him from the front with that vicious gun of his-
“Don't worry your pretty little head, Sweetness,” Alain said walking ahead. “We've got things to do right now.”