.:~Sizzling Honey~ A Barry.B.Benson Tale (Western):.

.:=~Sizzling Honey-The Ballistic Battle~=:.

WARNING: DESCRIPTIONS OF GRAPHIC VIOLENCE

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...Two days later...

In the sun-baked noon of the Eastwood desert, a lone figure stood, silhouetted by the golden sun as it drifted dazedly through the cloudless sky. A gentle breeze whispered over the distant sand dunes and ushered tumbleweed along the curving dirt paths. A warning shake of a rattle-snake's tale broke the silence of the day as the musty scent of horse manure diffused in the breeze. 

Barry turned, swaying leisurely like a willow tree on a cool day. Everything about his pose, the casual slouch of his shoulders, the way his yellow fingers rested on the hilt of his pistol, safety still on, conveyed he was at ease. He felt no fear or anxieties, it was almost as if Barry fully believed he would be the victor. He was wearing a brown trench coat, pulled up to his collar, and short boots for ease of walking. He didn't wear any protective layers or hidden chainmail, he wasn't one to cheat. He was unremorseful as well, he took no sorrow in the fact he was about to murder a man, in fact the idea was almost exhilarating. The sting of death gracing Eastwood town once more. It felt right. 

Inside the familiar, rotting tavern, Harry stood, his one, still attached arm slung over the shoulder's of Shrek, whilst enemies at times the two were united in their want of beating Barry B Benson. For different reasons, it was true, Shrek wanted to win a bet he had with Sheriff Forge, Harry of course wanted to avenge his dead lover. The blue-skinned bar tender handed over a final tankard of beer, Harry accepted the strangely warm drink and downed it. As the liquid burnt down his throat several thoughts came to mind. If this were to be his last day on earth, at least it would have sort him well, there wasn't a place he would rather have been than the Dusty Bone Saloon, with the few loyal customers Harry had come to call friends. He had arrived at Eastwood only a few years ago when Draco's apple juice business back in England was doing well. The new lifestyle had suited Harry, he enjoyed the wild horse chases, the never ending flow of alcohol and people he had become familiar with. But he had a hole in his heart for Draco. A hole that could only be filled with vengeance.

"Pass me my pistol Shrek, it is time." Harry's words were seemingly emotionless, however Shrek picked up on the subtle tinge of sadness.

The boy who lived wearily arose from his seat and made his way to the exit. 

"Wait 'arry ya almost forgot your 'at!" Kai slurred and dizzily attempted to pass Harry his hat. 

"Thanks Kai! Maybe tone it down a notch on that firewater" Harry remarked after reaching for his missing headwear. 

It was finally time and the sound of the old watchtower's clock started to chime. BONG! The saloon doors slammed behind the challenger as he exited from the saloon. BONG! He made his first treacherous step closer to the upcoming duel. BONG! Harry's strides matched up perfectly with the ongoing chimes. BONG! The shimmering rowels on the back of Harry's polished boots gave a final click as he reached Barry. 

"Ready son?" Barry chuckled in a taunting manner. His maroon hat was pulled down, perfectly concealing his face and a lit Quirley hung from his lips. 

"Yes. Are You?" Potter narrowed his eyes at the masked man. 

Barry slowly tilted his head up revealing a menacing grin "Didn't keep me waiting."

BONG! The two gunslingers sharply twisted, now back to back. BONG! Barry spat the burning quirley out and crushed it with his boot into the sand as he took another step. BONG! Jordan, a cowboy nearby, took a break from brushing his horse and watched as the two took another stride. BONG! Barry's hand started to hover tentatively near the holster of his pistol. BONG! Ren, the aging shopkeeper, glanced up whilst they swept their porch with a somehow still together broom. BONG! Harry pushed his rounded spectacles further up the bridge of his nose. BONG! the sound of the pair's boots echoed through the silent town. Everyone was watching the duel...Barry's dug for his canon...Harry fumbled for his holster. He clearly was never ready for this. 

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!BONG!

The final chime had been sounded and Barry instinctively swivelled on his heels and whipped  out his gun from his holster. Attempting to do the same, Harry also turned to face his opponent, but he unwittingly dropped his pistol. Barry pulled the trigger on his glistening weapon and a bullet came flying towards the dazed Potter. Harry tumbled to the ground in last age effort to dodge the oncoming bullet, somehow managing to evade it. On his hand and knees, harry crawled to his only means of survival.

"May ya rest in pieces" Barry sadistically chuckled taking aim once more. He clicked another round into place and found the trigger with his index finger. "I'm going to enjoy seein' the light leave those pathetic ey's of your's"

Harry's shape disappeared behind the barrel of Barry's pistol as he bought it to eye level. He closed one of his eyes to get a better focus on his target. "Time to kick it you useless varmen'"

In the nick of time, Harry Potter grabbed hold of the holster and swiftly pulled the trigger with so much force it seemed like it would snap off. Barry was caught of guard as the bullet nestled itself into Barry's shoulder. Crimson liquid started to ooze from his wound as he let out a half-stifled yelp. His eyes glistened slightly. Harry started to arise from the ground, pistol in his hand ready to take the final shot.

 !BANG!

Blood and brain matter splattered out the other side of his head. The back of his head mangled and fragmented pieces of skull littered the floor. A large opening, where the bullet travelled through, oozed a concoction of mashed brain, charred skin and a seemingly never ending stream of scarlet. Eyes still wide with shock as the colour slowly faded from his cheeks. The puddle of blood started to stain the sand as he lay there dead. A final twitch and he was finally still.

Harry had met his end

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A/N: Oh nu uwu Harry died! What ashame..Find out what happens next in Chapter Four X3..(steamy romance on the way)

-Cody and Ava-