Shoot Him, Not Me! | Write To Rank

1. The swearing jar is already full, you idiot.

Once upon a moonlit evening in a picturesque and beautifully landscaped garden adorned with vibrant flowers and lush greenery, a wedding that seemed straight out of a fairy tale took place. It was a picture of elegance and romance, filled with love and laughter.

An ornate white gazebo served as the altar, covered in delicate lace and flowers that matched the color scheme of the wedding—soft pastel hues of blush pink and pale lavender.

Rows of white chairs filled with family—actors they paid, really—and friends—mostly strangers who came for the free food and booze— stretched out all over the spacious garden.

Elaine, the bride, wore a breathtaking ivory wedding gown that seemed to float around her like a cloud. The intricate lacework and delicate beadwork adorned the bodice and trailed down the flowing train. A veil, sparkling with subtle crystals, framed her face, adding an ethereal quality to her appearance.

Ezra, the groom, was equally dapper in a tailored black tuxedo, a white rose boutonniere pinned to his lapel. He couldn't take his eyes off his soon-to-be wife as she walked down the aisle, a vision of grace and beauty.

Guests enjoyed a delicious feast that included gourmet dishes from various cuisines, a nod to the couple's love for travel and exploration...whenever they had time after their missions were over.

A live band played soft, melodic tunes, as heavily requested by the couple. They've had enough of dealing with loud and ear-splitting noise during their job.

Their vows were heartfelt and personal, bringing tears to the eyes of many guests. The words they spoke conveyed not only their love for each other but also the promise of a lifetime of adventure and shared dreams.

A lifetime of adventure, indeed. Because, as soon as the knife that both were holding cut through the cake, one screech shook the happy image and was soon followed by plenty of other screams of utter terror.

It didn't take long for all that fakeness to come crashing down.

Masked men swathed in darkness kept pouring from every corner, shooting random bullets in the air to scare the crowd. Their plan worked as utter mayhem broke loose and the guests dispersed in a mess of headache-inducing noise and fear-stricken faces.

"These motherfuckers," Ezra muttered. "Couldn't they let us at least taste the fucking cake?!"

"Honey!" Elaine chided with a pout.

"Sorry, sorry. Want a bite?"

Both grinned, feeding each other the first spoon of their wedding cake while everyone else scrambled out, some injuring themselves on the way before the attackers even got to touch them.

Elaine giggled as her husband hummed after licking what little frosting coated her plump lips. She slapped his chest. "You're such a tease."

"Only for you, my love," he murmured before kissing her again.

The sweet moment was broken by a loud crash. One of the guests had tripped and, on his way down, brought the cake with him. In the blink of an eye, all five stories of heaven incarnate came tumbling down.

A gasp of utter horror resonated, so loud and ominous everything stilled.

Elaine was gripping her gown, lips quivering and light-brown eyes brimming with tears. Neither had a chance to speak as the guest staggered away and the two had to duck behind the table to escape the sudden onslaught of bullets.

"Ezzy, it's ruined," she sniveled.

Ezra pressed her to his chest and pecked the crown of her head. "Stay down, baby, I'll buy you a thousand others. For now, we need to run to the kitchen, alright, Ellie?"

She nodded distractedly and still fussed over her dress as he reached for the knife they were just holding. Biding his time, and as soon as the bullets thinned, he flung it at the guy who was firing at them. When he slumped forward, blood oozing from between his fingers as he clutched his throat, Ezra sprang up, pulling Elaine with him. "Go, go, go!"

None of the attackers paid attention to their fallen comrade as they sprinted after their targets.

Hearts racing and breaths coming in ragged gasps, the two dodged, ducked, hid behind knocked chairs and tables, and exerted their legs to the maximum. Yet, there was no end to the generous ammo. The assailants kept coming with raised weapons and sharp aim.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Ezra muttered, pumping his arms harder by his sides as he dashed down the corridor at a speed he hoped would help him escape the barrage of bullets. The elegant decor and cheerful atmosphere were now a stark contrast to the chaos and danger that surrounded them.

Elain wept harder, holding her gown up so she could run. She hugged it to her almost-spilling boobs and stomped hard without slowing down.

"Stop crying over your dress, for fuck's sake!" Ezra hissed as they nearly tripped making a sudden turn when two masked men burst through the large window. Broken glass lay strewn and scattered across the carpet. It crunched under their heavy steps. He pulled her away by the elbow and tugged her beside him. "We need to get the hell out of here."

"You're swearing a lot, Ezzy," Elaine sniffled and punched his shoulder before picking up her speed and leaving him behind. She grumbled over her shoulder, "You promised you'd cuss less!"

Shouts grew in volume as their attackers voiced their anger and frustration at being unable to keep up with the two newlyweds.

"El, wait up, I'm sorry. Baby, wait."

"No," Elaine spat out, still not sparing her brand-new husband a glance. "The swear jar is already full, you idiot."

Ezra could only throw his hands up in exasperation before clasping his wife's wrist and tugging her after him as they sprinted toward the kitchen.

Today, a ceremony they had planned in a couple of days after their last assignment, wasn't supposed to go this way. It had started with love and celebration but had quickly transformed into quite an unpleasant ordeal.

Word count: 1000.

Total word count: 1000.

Note: I don't even know where this is going. I don't even know what I'm writing. I...I don't even know...