Use Me, Darling

Part 95

Vegas and his father were staring at each other. Their guns directed at one another's chest. It was too dangerous to shoot. If one of them did, the other one would do the same, the risk of both of them dying was too high and both of them knew it. Vegas let his mind race of, trying to find a way, that would best help him to make the situation a little less dangerous for himself. But apparently, he had lost focus enough. His father jumped forward, quickly kicking the gun out of Vegas hand. In a split-second Vegas was fully back in action, his father just landed from his leap but still was weak on his feet. Swiftly he rushed forward, pushing down his father's body and towering over him. His hands wrapped themselves around the wrists of his fathers. Both of them fighting for the dominance. Trying to direct the only gun they had left in their reach onto the other person. "You are so weak, not even an old man like me can be killed by you." His father laughed, but you could hear how much he had to fight in order to keep the gun directed away from his own body. Vegas just laughed at the stupid attempts of his father, to distract him. If they did anything it was to heighten his anger and with that the power Vegas had to finish this job. The two of them were rolling over the dusty ground, fighting over the gun and dominance in this situation but none of them were able to gain it. For them it was as if only they were left in this building filled with people for their life. But the two of them were in their own bubble. The noise in the background, which was bursting one's eardrums at this point, just seemed like a dull whisper in their ears. The adrenaline pumping through their veins, rushing through their ears was louder to the two of them. Sweeping and tugging in the dust. Who was more enduring? Which mind would faster lose it's focus? Who would be able to longer hold up the power they were using against each other? Next to the physical battle both of them were fighting in, there were the mind games. A game against their own heads. Would Vegas really be able to kill his father? Both of them asked themselves. More and more the grin on Guns disgusting face switched into an expression of bitterness. Gritting together his teethes. Suddenly Gun's expression changed, he ripped open his mouth and a scream of pain and surprise left his mouth. Gun looked down their bodies. Trying to figure out what had been the cause of his sudden pain. But all he could see was blood, as it was quickly dying his cloths in a darker shade and streamed down his son's hand. Vegas tightened his grasp, as he pressed the metal deeper into his father's body. He could feel the hot blood, gushing down on his hands and arm. He was bathing in his father's blood. "You..." Gun stumbled, barely a heard as a whisper. Blood and sliver drooling from his mouth as he spoke, into his Vegas face. He let himself roll to the side, sliding away from the knight that just had been stuck deep within his body. With big eyes he looked at his blood covered son. The speckles of blood in his face, darkened clothes on his upper body. Gun could tell just from the bleeding, that Vegas had hit a vital part of his body. He wouldn't be able to make it out alive. He already now had lost so much blood. He probably wouldn't even be able to survive until Vegas and Tay would proclaim their victory. However, Gun couldn't help but to smile, just very faintly but he did, as observed his son for the last time. The way his eyes were showing no sign of regret and were still wide awake, aware of everything that was happening all around them. The way he spit out some blood, that had gathered in his mouth. Gun must had landed somewhere in there rolling and tugging a hit against his chin, which had busted his lips open on the inside. The way he went over his face with one hand, to whip away the blood and drool. All this left Gun with an overwhelming feeling of warmth. He couldn't help but thing back, the first time he had held his son, as took his first step, how weak he had been back then. So sweet and innocent. So naïve and oblivious to the dangers of the world. Stupid gun wanted to say. But now there was nothing of that child left in his son. He tried to hide the faint smile, but more and more it turned into a soft grin. Gun felt his time was running out. The puddle of blood he was sitting in had become too big, he was seconds away from bleeding out, which couldn't make him any prouder of his son. A small child that had grown into a devilish man. "I am proud of yo..." with that his mind slipped away. He wasn't sure if Vegas had heard him, before his mind finally came to full quietness...