OVER HERE! 1b
Part 1b
I glared at him, willing myself to remain cool and not land myself in some serious shit by pulling the trigger. "Protection." I snapped, he of all poeple should understand the need to protect oneself so who was he to question my judgement?
He inclined his head in understanding, "Fair enough." He replied, lowering his gun, I watched him cautiously, my nerves still screaming obscenities at me about the high-risk situation I had thrown myself into. I ignored the feeling and slowly lowered my own weapon. I kept it in my hand, reluctant to put it away completely whilst I still knew he was armed and deadly. He watched me silently, his face blank of expression, I waited, silent and motionless, refusing to speak, his blank expression sending off little alarm bells in my head.
He was up to something. I was certain of it.
Matthew glanced down at my hand, which still had my gun clenched firmly between my fingers. His eyes hardened slightly and his shoulders tensed, "Wait here." He muttered and stalked from the room.
I glanced down and fiddled with my gun, ensuring that the safety was on for the moment, I didn't want to shoot myself in the foot, and that the gun was actually loaded, so that I could use it if he tried anything funny.
Matthew re-entered the room several moments later and settled a menacing looking black bag on the floor at his feet.
I glanced at it wide eyed, my pulse spiking in fear at the thought of what it contained. "What's in the bag?" I snapped, glaring at him in an attempt at hiding my fear.
Matthew glanced at it uninterestedly, "If you co-operate, you won't have to find out," he chuckled darkly.
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I glared at him, willing myself to remain cool and not land myself in some serious shit by pulling the trigger. "Protection." I snapped, he of all poeple should understand the need to protect oneself so who was he to question my judgement?
He inclined his head in understanding, "Fair enough." He replied, lowering his gun, I watched him cautiously, my nerves still screaming obscenities at me about the high-risk situation I had thrown myself into. I ignored the feeling and slowly lowered my own weapon. I kept it in my hand, reluctant to put it away completely whilst I still knew he was armed and deadly. He watched me silently, his face blank of expression, I waited, silent and motionless, refusing to speak, his blank expression sending off little alarm bells in my head.
He was up to something. I was certain of it.
Matthew glanced down at my hand, which still had my gun clenched firmly between my fingers. His eyes hardened slightly and his shoulders tensed, "Wait here." He muttered and stalked from the room.
I glanced down and fiddled with my gun, ensuring that the safety was on for the moment, I didn't want to shoot myself in the foot, and that the gun was actually loaded, so that I could use it if he tried anything funny.
Matthew re-entered the room several moments later and settled a menacing looking black bag on the floor at his feet.
I glanced at it wide eyed, my pulse spiking in fear at the thought of what it contained. "What's in the bag?" I snapped, glaring at him in an attempt at hiding my fear.
Matthew glanced at it uninterestedly, "If you co-operate, you won't have to find out," he chuckled darkly.
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