Fears - a BFB AU

Chapter 29 - Trophy

WARNING: VERY GRAPHIC SCENES

AUGUST

"Check this shit out!" I told my friends as I raised my gun to the glass bottle. I aimed the pistol straight at the target and pressed the trigger. The bottle exploded instantly when I pressed the trigger.

"Fuck yeah!!" Knife eagerly smiled.

"That was a good one," Yin-yang congratulated.

Summer was almost over. Only two weeks to go. It was safe to say, this summer was fucking awesome. The whole summer, I would walk around town with Knife and Yang. We would mug some people and occasionally bully some of the kids who would go to the local summer school. Life was great. I was still pissed that I lost my knife, but Yang let me borrow his for the summer.

"Grab the next target," I smiled.

Knife went to grab another one of my dad's empty beer bottles. He set it on the wooden table outside in our backyard.

"Yang, why don't you have a shot?" I asked.

"Nah, I'm not good with guns, Trophy. I'll sit and watch you and Knife shoot though!"

"Alright then, stupid baby," I rolled my eyes playfully.

I tossed the pistol to Knife, who caught it with one hand. He tried to shoot the bottle, but he barely missed it by mere inches.

"Damn!"

I smirked and he handed the gun to me. I raised the gun to the bottle and shot it perfectly. The bottle exploded on impact, leaving shards of glass all over the backyard.

"Hell yeah, Trophy!" Knife cheered.

"Yeah!!" Yang cheered me on.

"Go grab me the next target," I smiled, pointing to Lightning's cat.

Knife stared at me for a moment like I was crazy. I glared back at him. He shrugged his shoulders and went to grab Lightning's cat. He jumped on the feline and grabbed it with both hands. He held the cat in place on top of the wooden table.

"Just hold that shit in place. I'm going for a kill shot," I smirked.

Knife held the cat in place as I lined the barrel of the gun up to the cat's head. I was about to pull the trigger until I heard the sound of keys jingling behind me.

"What the hell are you boys doing?" My dad authoritatively stated.

I lowered the gun and faced him.

"Just cleaning your gun out, like you asked me to," My voice shook.

"You're cleaning my gun huh?" My dad got more mad. He lowered himself to come face-to-face with me.

"Da-" I was cut off.

"LIES!" He shouted in my face.

I looked at the ground as my dad snatched his gun back. Knife and Yang watched as my dad yelled at me. He started to walk away with his gun, but he turned around. He pointed his gun at me and shot the floor around me. The gunshots echoed throughout the neighborhood and our grass started to kick up from the impact. One of the bullets shot my foot, causing my shoe to break in half.

I put my face in my hands as I started to shake and cry a bit out of fear.

"Look at him now, boys," My dad eerily smiled at Knife and Yang. "Your friend isn't the tough guy he claims to be."

I continued to shiver with my face in my hands as I heard my friends walk up to me.

PERSPECTIVE SWITCH: PEN