Love and Lies -- P.JM

16 - Muscle Memory

"So....down here, we got personal armories. One for the each of us. Blades, swords, knives, guns, chains. whatever you can think of, we have." he pauses and sighs "we have one for you too....it's...it was a necessary thing. We never knew when or if you'd find out, so we had to be prepared. Do...do you wanna see it?"

Ok so i have a personal armory of deadly things now. Great! I can torture them all when i come to my senses from the shock!

"I-i...um... i think i'll pass for now. So...thats 8 rooms....what are the other 2 rooms?"

"Ones a standard torture room. Nothing gory actually happened in there surprisingly, except i think once. Hobi managed to make a guy bleed to his death." jimin shudders "the smell stayed in there for weeks. Other than that, it was just a few cuts and bruises. No limbs lost"

Wait wait wait....HOBI?? As in...the sunshine and rainbows Hobi...the one who always laughs like nothings ever wrong... he did WHAT?!

"The other room is a training room. If you open the door theres a bunch of stairs and it leads you right to the basement. Its gigantic by the way. We have an archive, a boxing ring, a few punching bags, a shooting range, knife throwing range, blah blah blah"

"So thats where you guys go if you need to train?"

"Yup. wanna start there first?"

I nod silently and follow him to the door that leads down into the basement.

He wasn't kidding when he said the basement was huge....its GIGANTIC. Theres even a fricking sofa and a 80 inch plasma tv....and a vending machine?! Moral of the story, they're crazy.

 After looking around for a bit, our last stop was the shooting range. There are about 7 targets, all of which are completely covered with holes at where the heart and foreheads would be. I walk over to jimin and look at what he picked up.

A matte black gun, silver accents. Pretty. Very very pretty. And also very very dangerous. He looks to me and holds out the gun.

"This is actually supposed to be yours..." he whispers softly, "we always had one for you just in case."

I take the gun from him. Somehow, my hands aren't shaking. Maybe its because it looks like an ornament more than a weapon. He tilts the gun in my hand a little and points to the bottom.

"This is the-"

"Magazine. I know..." i say, cutting him off

"How'd you...." jimin asks completely confused

"I don't..." i whisper back, turning the gun, "barrel...trigger... safety...magazine release...and...." i pull the gun apart somehow, just like its muscle memory..."disassembly lever..."

Jimin just stares at me, eyes wide open and chuckling awkwardly "how...you...w-wow...um. Are you sure you're not one of us?"

What can i tell him? Im just as confused. I haven't touched a gun in my life...have i? No i haven't....this is weird....i hate it...i hate that it feels so familiar. I hate that i can put it back together in mere seconds as if i was putting legos together.

"Wait... i have an idea..." jimin pulls me along to one of the shooting booths and stands behind me, pulling my hands up to a shooting position.

"Are you crazy?!!?" i yell at him.

"Moon....trust me..." he whispers in my ear, "Just aim..."

He lets go of my hands and slips a noise cancelling headset over my ears and puts one on himself. No turning back now...

I take a deep breath, and pull the trigger.