Love and Gales of song, please guide me through the storm [Hold]

My imagination?

Striker took me outside and set up target practice for me, while he was doing that, I look Bombproof and gave him a mad frown. "Traitor." He looks at me and just neighs then went on eating his hay. I rolled my eyes. "Pay attention Doll! It's time to learn to use an angelic handgun. You know how to use any gun, but an angelic weapon is difficult and different from other normal weapons. Shot at the target." I stare at the target and imagine Stolas. 'I can't do it if I Stolas. He cheated on his wife, but he's the father of my best friend and he loves his daughter dearly.' As if Striker was reading my mind he said "Stop imaging Stolas and imagine someone else, who you despise, and shot." I glance around me thinking about the imps and sinners I know or knew. I then remembered my bullies, the Cherubs, Loopty G, and Lyle L. To be honest, I even thought about Blitz, because he ruins Octavia's life and family, but I stop since he took care of me, and deep inside he is my uncle even if he ruined a married couple's life. Still, I glare at the target with the image of the people I came across in my job and school life and then shot at it without any mishap. "I'm impressed. [look at me and smirk] You must've truly despised them."

"Whatever. Can we stop?" "You need to know how to shoot from a long distance down low and up high." "I know how to shoot. What's the difference?" "A lot. If I were your boss, you would be more successful." "It was one time. I never mean to shoot at a kid. I'm still surprised that he was the target, not the mother or someone else." "You shot a kid? [laughs] I don't see you doing that!" "Then why are you teaching me when you know and don't see me shooting Stolas?" He slowly stops laughing. "Like it or not, you're in this with me. Even ya'll not gonna kill Stolas at least I can use to get close that bastard and give me all the juices details I need to know." "Didn't Stella tell you everything?" "The bitch didn't help me a lot, but you can and will. Unless you don't want your poor family to suffer." I sigh sadly. "Fine, just please stop bringing them up, and please don't hurt them. I'll do what you say." I look at him with sadness in my eyes and beg him. He nods and sets up more targets. 'When will I be able to go home?'

Bombproof came up behind me, neighing and nuzzling against me. I jump in shock but calm down and pet his nose. "You might be a traitor, but I can't dislike or hate you for some reason. I just want to go home." Bombproof nudges me with his head, licks my cheek, then leans closer to me and nuzzles me again. I smile softly and hug him. "He likes ya. This isn't like him at all." "Animals are sensitive creatures, they have sixth senses, know what going to happen, and know how we feel or if we're good and bad." "I know. Bombproof helped me out with difficult stuff. Bloody didn't like me when I started working for grandfolks, huh. Bombproof and Bloody almost got into a boxing match against other." I look at Bombproof, he looks away chewing his hay, then I look at Striker and rub my neck nervously. "Bloody can be over the top. Bloody full name actual Blood Moon Mary, Bloody is just a nickname, but it can go different ways. She eats and drinks blood." "Ya, hell chicken is her favorite dessert." "That's my girl." 'Are we getting along and having a conversation right now? Is it my imagination?' "Now, we'll move to the top of the roof." I look at him confused, he once again wraps his tail around me and crawled the hotel toward the rooftop. 'Really? I could've gotten on his back and hung on to him.'

We made it to the top, I got into position and shot the hay with a target on it. I'm shocked because for the first time I ever missed a shot, I guess it was because I wasn't as used to heights. "What? How? I know everything about guns and handle all of them." "Have ya ever shot from heights?" I glance away nervously. "Not this high. My dad never let me." Striker sighed and shook his head, saying, "Ya have talent and yet ya'll wasting it listening to your dumb, weak father of yours." I open my mouth to say something, but he spoke before me. "Y'all a daddy girl and it only pulling you down. I'll teach ya my way, you'll be better than your stupid team and that no good father of yours." I glare at him hard and growl. "I'm helping you, listening to your nonsense lecture, and you are just insulting my dad and co-workers. We promise to never speak about them." "We did, but remember...I can always take away things or imps you care so much." I grin the pistol harder, turning my knuckles white, and look away. "You still going to keep our deal....right?" I mumbled without looking at him. "I'm an assassin and evil, but that doesn't mean I don't go back on my word darling." I sigh softly and nod. He then put his index finger under my chin and made me look at him. "That still doesn't mean If anything happens, you disobey me or a change of plan.....you'll be seeing blood back home." Striker said with a smirk on his lips.