The Shadows Between the Lines

Prologue

Samantha POV

Out of the corner of my eye I see Fiona struggling with the gun I had handed her earlier. We only made it into the second room of the house before we met resistance. I had given her a crash course before we entered, but I swear this girl. I watch as she fires off multiple rounds one after the other, every other one nailing the guy currently running at her. She didn't stop until he fell limp to the ground. That, or when her gun clicked back signaling she had no more bullets in her magazine, which one, I'm not honestly sure. She doesn't seem to be aware of the blood splattered on her face and shirt, and I hope the faces of the people she kills today don't come back to haunt her later, wishful thinking honestly.

I watch as her eyes widen in fear when she pulls the trigger but nothing happens. She glances at me. I pull out an extra magazine, cursing myself for not bringing more. I toss it straight to her, I guess I should have said catch. She goes to catch the magazine, but in the process drops her gun. She scrambles to the floor after it, as more armed people arrive. I quickly flip over a small table to use as coverage, as I quickly change her magazine, rack it and hand it back to her.

Third Person POV

"No, no, no. You're telling the story all wrong. I didn't drop the gun, it flew out of my hand. There's a different Sam."

"Oh really, that is the story you are going with? When I tossed you the magazine you didn't panic and drop your gun?"

"Yes, that is not what happened. It's deeper than that. Here, let me tell the story the right way."

Fiona POV

When I pictured my future as a kid, I never thought I would be shooting up someone's house with my best friend. But here we are. Samantha gave me a mini crash course on the fundamentals of shooting before we came in here, and to be honest I don't think I'm doing half bad. I hit most of my targets so far and that's all I can ask for. Until my gun started clicking instead of shooting, signaling that I was out of bullets. That was when things got crazy. Not to mention misinterpreted. Sam made eye contact and held out something that resembled a portable charger, and expected me to catch it at this moment?! That was her first mistake. When I went to catch it a gust of wind flew through the open room of the house, effectively knocking the gun out of my hand. I scrambled to pick it up when-

Third Person POV

"Who, hold on a second! A gust of wind? Seriously, a gust of wind blew the heavy metal gun out of your hand? It couldn't have been because you are inexperienced or maybe panicked?"

Okay, you weren't in my shoes so you wouldn't know. Nevermind though, let's just start from the beginning and then we'll settle this."

"Oh right, the beginning of this shit show."