My dad walked me through the little range of woods outside, taking me through the dark foggy forest. We heard a rifle and it sounded jammed.
“Always make sure their weapon has issues, because they'll struggle fighting back without it,”
Da whispered mysteriously, reaching in his holster.
“Now, sit yourself against that boulder. And aim at the man,”
Da says. Not wanting to defy, I do that.
“Keep your arms out straight. And don't shoot until I say you are allowed to.”
He says, squinting at the man. He had his head down, he must have been tending to something. Da nudges me.
“Shoot him.”
Da says, and I reluctantly pull the trigger.
Bang!
The bullet went straight through his head. Brains coursed through the wind as he fell back. He was a frail, veiny, old man with a long beard, a snaggletooth, and a yellow straw hat.
“You're getting the hang of it. Let's go back, one is enough for today,”
He says. I stood up reluctantly. I handed the gun back to him.
That felt horrible for me to do- Shooting and innocent man for nothing. My dad always did this, so he seemed to feel no remorse. But I did.
As we returned, Arya looked up and smiled gently. She hopped out of her seat.
“I don't suppose you caught any birds, did you? I hope not,”
She says with a soft smile, but we all knew there was an innuendo behind her words. I nod.
“Yep...a uh, sparrow,”
I said nervously with a slight nod of my head.
“Aw. Don't do it again, ok?”
She says with her pretty smile, pecking my cheek affectionately. I blushed an oddly bright red, as she slid her fingers with mine, making us hold hands.
Da excused himself and said his goodbyes, leaving us.
“Do you wanna go do something together? I actually have a lot of money, currently,”
She said. Arya's mom was a surprisingly good moneymaker, as Arya said she had £19 in her dress pocket.
We decided on going to get a sundae.
As we walked in, I noticed a family with a boy from school. Fritz Brendler.
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To Hold a Gun
Fanfiction1920's Germany. It's the freshest start for Micheal after living in London for 8 years. His father has a dirty secret. Despite being Germany's ambassador for Ireland, his father runs a Mafia. And Micheal somehow gets involved. Can Micheal handle it...
