Where The Bullet Lands

Here and There

I stare down at the blood covered floor underneath me. I had my arms chained to a metal table. It was like a doctors table, but tilted so my feet are on the ground. It probably tilts backward so you can operate. I have a terrible headache. Everything is in pain. I have a head wound, a leg is broke and everything else is just bleeding nonstop. When the assholes get to me, I'll already be dead.

*View of Will*
I paced around my room. Staring at the clock as it ticked. My father can't operate on me. Not yet, I need a plan. A knock at my door makes me jump. It's either my Father, coming to take me into operation or Sinclair. I sneak to my drawer and open the desk and pull out a pocket knife, it wasn't built to kill, but it may work. I hold it in my hand firmly. Another knock sends me into panic. I look down to see a trail of blood down my arm. I accidentally cut myself. I tiptoed to the door and swung it open. Sinclair held dinner.
"Sinclair! I thought you were my Father" I breathed out heavily.
"No master William. What happened to your arm?" He then noticed the knife in my hand.
"You weren't going to stab him, were you?" Sinclair frowned.
"I can't let him complete his plan" I drop the knife.
"I don't know what the wild West did to you, but it turned you into something you're not" Sinclair shakes his head. "Did you kill out there?" Sinclair frowns.
"Yes" I rub the tears from my eyes. I remember back to when I first met Annie. When I shot the gang member who had her at gunpoint. Sinclair has a look of disappointment. He puts the food on a nearby table and walks out of my room.
"By the way, your friend is dead, but I didn't see a body" He doesn't say anything else. Seconds later, I was all alone again. I ripped a piece of cloth from my blanket and tied it around my arm. I can never go back to who I was. I will forever be what I am now. It hurts. Mentally of course. I only stared at the food, not touching it. Sinclair claimed he never saw a body. There is still hope. I wonder what Mary and Mark are doing. Mark is probably in a drunk stupor stranded on a beach because that rich kid got tired of his ass. Mary, I couldn't even imagine. Probably studying and something boring.

*View of Mary*

I sheathe the cutlas in my boot. I stare in contentment at the bodies in front of me. Warm arms wrap around me.
"Good job, my princess" A thick pirate accent whispers. I removed his arms and began walking back to our ship. I gave him a wink and a grin.

*View of Mark*
I roll around giggling.
"Oh Marise!" I yell into the destered island. "That rich kid told me to come find you! I think he left though, good thing we have eachother" I picked up a rock and held it close. "I love you Marise"

*View of Deadshot*
I bang my head against the table I am bound to.
"Get me the hell out of here!" I yell loudly. I hear slow footsteps and some slightly faster ones. The door makes a loud creaking sound as it opens. An older plump man walks in. He has on a nice suit and looks to have spilled some kind of sauce on the cufflings. Its blood. The man who came in after was taller and skinnier. He was probably a little older but was definitely healthier.
"Odd one, yes?" The skinnier man had an Russian accent.
"We can't seem to find any files on you" The plumper one, who from foggy memories, I take as Will's dad. In reply I spit in their direction.
"Fiesty" The Russian man looked disgusted.
"Well he's a friend of Will's. So don't expect much fight" The father chuckles. I don't respond, just give them dirty looks.
"Let's start by looking examining him, to see where he would be useful" The father flicks his wrist. The Russian, who looks to be a scientist, walks slowly to me and tilts the table to where I am laying on my back. I beat my hands against the metal.
"No use, idiot boy" The scientist frowns.
"I'm going to rip both of you to shreds" I say with a determined tone. The scientist examines me. He takes a scalpel, I close my eyes tightly expecting to be cut. Instead, he cuts my shirt to examine my torso. He began looking in my ears and arms.
"Badly wounded, other than that. Very very healthy. Nice biceps and triceps. Teeth seem to be straight and clean. He was traveling with Will, he most likely has information, that could be, well, very useful" He mispronounced his F's and A's.
"He doesn't seem tame enough to be a servant or guard. You know I am feeling very generous today. Doctor Ivanov, you can get two for the price of one. Torture then scavenge" The Father smiles and leaves the room. The scientist began to cover my wounds. Why is he helping me. Wait, he is only healing me so I don't die during the torture, great.
"I did a little examination while you were knocked out. You're lucky I didn't tell him about your uh" He then said some Russian word I didn't understand. "He would of just definitely had you scavenged" Ivanov chuckles.
"Go fuck yourself" I mutter.
"Everyting you say is just threats and profanity" Ivanov laughs loudly. "Tell me about yourself, name would be great" Ivanov focuses on tending to my wounds.
"Go to hell" I mutter.
"Nice name, can I call you hell for short?" Ivanov smirks. "You get a lot of the woman, no?" Ivanov grins a disgusting grin.
"I've shared my bed more than once, yeah" I frown.
"Oh, so you only speak of sex and profanity. Only way to get you to talk, eh?" Ivanov doesn't laugh this time.
"You're some sort of psychiatrist, just trying to get into my head" I bang my arms against the metal table.
"Just wait until I am really in your head, examing your brain" He grins evily. I swallow hard and try to push the thought of this guy looking in my head.