Where The Bullet Lands

Show Me How To Lie

"Hey, about what happened on the rafters" I sat and stared at the campfire we started.

"No need, I know what you had to do, you can't get close to anyone, that's who we are now" He lit the cigarette in his mouth.

"Now? From what I know of you, you've had just as much as bad luck as I have had" I frowned. Silence filled the air. "Why are you helping me?" I sighed.

"I have a destiny" He threw his cigarette into the fire and rolled on his side. His snoring pierced the sound of the fire crackling.

"I didn't think you believed in that destiny crap" I mutter and lay down next to the fire.

"Well, there's a lot you don't know about me, princess" I leave it there and fall into sleep. When I wake up I see Deadshot kicking sand on the fire.

"Get up. We stayed here too long" He frowned and pulled me up. I sweeped off the dirt on my torn dress. I got all my stuff and slipped it all in the secret holster and pockets under my dress. "Your friends should be here somewhere" He frowned.

"Where would the two idiots go?" I sighed and looked around the desert.

"To town" He popped a cigarette in his mouth.

"The second closetest town is Peterson" I grab the hip flask from under my dress and take a swig.

"That's only going to make the dehydration worse" He sighed.

"Smoking isn't much better" I cross my arms angrily.

"Come on, it's a long trek" He blows out smoke. We walk and walk, and walk for what seems like hours. Dehydration is literaly killing us. We trudge on. We both look so tired. We walk as if we have 50 pound weights on our feet and shoulders.

"Don't..." He falls down to his knees, and then straight onto his face. I'm not far behind. The hot sand presses against my cheek. His eyes are closed, I quickly slip into unconsiousness. I am woken up by the sound of a train. My eyes open up quickly in attack mode.

"You're awake" He whispers to me. He is tied up on the back of a horse, his hands and feet bound with his stomach laying on the horse with his hands on one side and his feet on the other. From what I feel, I am in the same situation. I hear a loud

"Yeehaw!" From the guy riding the horse with me. I strain to look at my surroundings. They're chasing a train. Train robbers.

"I have a plan" He whispers. Before, he even tells me what it is. He spins himself, he flies off the horse and looks like he is free to go until a rope catches him. They tied his hands to the horse. His body is thrown forward from the tension of the rope. That looked like it hurt a lot. He is being dragged across the sand. I quickly began rubbing my hand ropes together, it is giving me a terrible rope burn but the rope is being untwined.

"This guy's an idiot" My rider laughs. I attempt to roll off the horse too, but he has a tight grip on my rope. I can't let Deadshot be killed like this. He looks up at me, his face is heavily bloodied, he has an smirk, the last thing I'd imagine. He's right, I know nothing of him. He digs his feet into the ground. Is he trying to stop the horse? He leans back and is now skiing on the sand. The fster they go to make him stop, only improves his stance. He pulls the rope, quickly with one pull. The guy on his horse falls and they both roll into the sand. The rider collides with Deadshot and they turn into a mess of swings and punches. Deadshot is having trouble punching and kicking while tied up. I stare at the rope around my hands, about to break. They finally do and I quietly grab the gun from my rider's holster. It's a revolver, it's my revolver! He stole it. I realize I'm in a bad position, I can't move without alarming the criminal. I sigh. I am tied by my feet to the horse. I lay back. I am hung upside down on the back up the horse. The horses tail intertwined with my hair. I take a deep breath, it becomes silent and I concentrate the best I can. I aim. I pull the trigger. It felt like an enternity but in reality is was just a second. The outlaw slowly turns to me. The bullet slowly flies into the mess of Outlaw and Deadshot. I hear the bullet enter. A loud shout raises. I began to pray that Deadshot stood up and I had hit my target. I see a hand. A pale hand, one I don't recognize. The outlaw on the horse turns and takes his knife and plunges it in my shoulder.

"I'll do worse if you killed Blake" My captor trots to the bodies.

"Blake?" The guy gets off his horse and walks the small distance between him and them. The pale hand shows a thumbs up. "Ha, you're a bad shot" He chuckles. He walks up to grab the hand. When he pulls it up, the whole body comes with it. Deadshot was underneath holding the thugs hand in a thumbs up position. He then shot the thug and he went flying backwards. Deadshot stands up from underneath of the body and stares at me.

"Good shot" He smiles and began walking towards me.

"Thanks, I thought you were dead, asshole" I yell.

"Not yet, princess" He smirks. He began to untie me. I examied his side. I could see the red dot slowly get bigger and bigger. I shot him too.

"You're bleeding...... oh god so am I" I put my hand over his wound so he doesn't lose as much blood. I rip the hem off my dress and tie it around both of our wounds.

"Well, I guess you're not as good as I thought you were" He chuckles.