The seemingly docile and mundane town of Forks Washington is pretty messed up for those aware of its true inhabitants.
A family of vegetarian vampires with authority issues that are forced to sacrifice their safety for a self-centred danger magnetic...
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● Decisions ●
Twice in the head. Once in the heart.
Like a mantra, the sound of bullets fired, the sound of death's instruments bellowing off the walls and ringing through the ears of those present.
Ten targets rested tall against the far walls of the large range, five against each wall, rows of seven poised at each. Once a round was shot, the figure would be replaced fresh, revealing the shots of the shooter, before being replaced for the next again.
Left to right.
The guns flew swiftly between hands of the more skilled, a small handful of girls capable of trading control. Bullets flew everywhere, glinting silver hitting targets and few missing completely.
The flow of arms-women shifted in waves, filing through swiftly with every twelve shots that traded shooters.
Stepping forward, the ravenette sighed, lifting the pistol barely taking a moments breath before triggering the first six round with her left before swiftly trading to the right.
Two holes were all that could be seen upon the metal figure upon the wall yet the small ravenette hadn't missed a shot. One in the centre of the head, the other directly centred on the left pectoral of the figure, exactly where the heart would be. The very metal of the target glinted red, the heated friction of bullet against metal making the target hot.
It was no secret that the frost eyed girl was the only one to wield death's instrument in hand so naturally, the small ravenette being the only one to land her target let alone continue doing so with such consistency.
She quickly found herself back at the end of the line, watching blankly as the girls infant of her took their turn, never missing the target, yet never hitting the desired positions.
Only when the ravenette returned to the front, half way through her first round, did the sound of bullet against tile echo throughout the room. No one played attention to it, at least, no one that could be seen.
Out the corner of her eye, the child watched as the blonde two girls besides her quivered, cobalt eyes widening before the next shot was taken.
Bullet against tile.
The ravenette took in a harsh breath, taking a perfect shot to the targets head before continuing her observation, watching the girl again. She wall tall, lithe, had pin strain golden hair that was braided out of her face and had delicate ivory skin that did not belong where she was.
