The bartender groaned in pain. Cuts and splinters covered his backside and arms. He tried to run away, but Laura shot him in the knee cap causing him to collapse and grab the wound.
She walked over, pistol in hand.
“ I'll ask once more nicely, where’s Reeve.”
The man just cried in pain and fear. Somehow he managed to mutter, “Just leave me alone.”
The last standing table was now in front of Araidiya. Using one arm, she flung it against the wall, shattering it into pieces.
She bent her knees when she was near him and grabbed him by his hair.
“You know, you really have no idea how mad I get when people ignore my questions. Right now there are two options for you, tell me where Reeve is or die. A smart man would take the first option, but I'll oblige with your wishes.”
Araidiya placed her gun on the man's forehead.
“I’m patient, so I'll count to five. After that, it’s all up to chance. One...”
The man stared at the gun resting on his head.
“Two.”
“Alright I'll talk! There’s a switch under the counter, he’s inside there.”
“That was fast, I guess chance decides your fate now. Since I already let someone go lately, you won't be so lucky.” She pulled the trigger and let go of the man’s hair, a bullet hole now in his head.
That was AMAZING. I love your writing style, and your ability to draw people into your story. Very few people have the talent that you are able to write with. You immediately pulled me into the story and captured my interest. I think you should continue this story.
ReplyDeleteI would read it.
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