The Eyes of Fate (Currently in Rewrite)

Making a Scene

Oracle

The Train Depot

Laine, Oklahoma

December 17, 2019

"You don't talk to my wife like-." Lexi screamed as her fist shot forward. Oracle could see that in her eyes, she had already won and knocked Fang down and out.

Oracle smiled when that same confidence disappeared from Lexi's eyes as Fang caught her punch easily. His sister's fist met his palm with a meaty smack and stopped dead.

"That?" Lexi finished, her voice afraid for the first time.

Fang slapped her across the face, the sound of it a gunshot in the silent brick room. Lexi fell backwards in a daze, a red handprint already appearing on her cheek. Fang shook out his hand and flexed it several times, his palm red as well. Oracle knew that Fang didn't slap his opponents, so his hand had probably gone numb with as hard as he had hit her.

"Tyler!" Mrs. Diamond screamed. "You do not hit your sister!"

But Fang either didn't hear her or didn't care. He was advancing on Lexi's wife as the short woman tried to pull a pistol from the back of her waistband. She was having trouble, and it looked to Oracle like the front sight was hung up in her underwear. A rookie mistake, but not an uncommon one. Oracle had had it happen to her the first few times she had been dumb enough to carry one like that.

Next to her, Ranger started to draw the pistol he had put in his pocket when he walked over. Oracle grabbed his arm and shook her head. Ranger looked at her for a moment but let go of the gun when she shook her head again. 

Lexi's wife finally got the gun free of her pants as Oracle returned her attention to what was happening in front of her. Fang was already too close for the woman to bring the gun into play, but she tried anyway. The second the gun was aimed high enough that a trigger pull could hit any of the bystanders, Fang grabbed it by the slide and twisted, breaking the finger in the trigger guard and taking the weapon in one smooth motion. It looked like he had done it a hundred times, which Oracle knew he probably had by this point. Before Lexi's wife could even register the pain from her broken finger, Fang smacked her across the cheek with the barrel of the pistol, the front sight cutting her cheek and the force knocking her to the ground next to her wife. In less than a second Fang ejected the magazine, racked the slide to pop the bullet out of the chamber, and tossed the gun over his shoulder to Oracle. She caught the gun and pocketed it just in time to catch the magazine and put it in her other pocket.

Fang took a single step towards the two women on the ground, his voice a low growl. "Nobody pulls a gun on me and-."

Oracle stepped up behind her best friend and wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug, cutting him off before he could finish his promise.

"Fang," Oracle said softly, burying her own feelings. She knew that if he heard how upset she really was over the whole thing, he'd kill Lexi and her wife in front of everyone. And while part of her was tempted to let him do it, the more logical part of her knew that was a bad idea. "That's enough."

Fang stood there, his entire body coiled like a spring, for several moments. Finally, he relaxed into her embrace. Oracle breathed a sigh of relief. She knew what he would say next, but it still made her heart flutter a little to hear it.

"As you wish, my Oracle," Fang said, his tone almost reverent. Oracle released him, and he stepped back from the women on the ground. "Consider yourselves lucky."

"Fang?" Lexi's wife asked, looking between him and Oracle. There was recognition in her voice. "And Oracle?"

Lexi chose that moment to get up and check on her wife. She was glaring daggers at Fang, who started to open his mouth before Mrs. Diamond beat him to it.