Nine lives

My handy glock

Ch.4

Felix didn't join me on the bench the next day; instead he took up a quick pace and headed south, towards the forest. I follow him at a safe distance. I didn't acknowledge where we were headed until we got there. My tree house. He stealthily positions himself in a nearby bush and waits. After what seems to me as an eternity he gets up, seeming satisfied. What is he doing here? I think as he climbs up one of the tree house's supporting trees. My ring! He must have noticed it the day before and was curious as to where I got it! I was never big on guns but it's always good to have my glock on hand. Taking it out of my book bag, I steady myself for what might come.

"BANG!" the sound rips through the forest's formerly tranquil air and reverberates through the trees,  pounding on my sensitive eardrums. "Aaaarrgghh..."Felix cries sharply as he clutches his right calf, hanging onto the tree by only a flimsy branch. What? What just happened? I look down at my gun in disbelief, undrawn and still fully loaded. I didn't shoot him.  Someone else must of shot him, but whom? Bullet wounds don't just appear out of thin air. I scan the surrounding area from my hiding spot. A rustling of a tree a few yards due north of me catches my eye. Not caring if injured Felix, if that is his real name, sees me, I dash over after the shooter. Normally I would catch up to a human that close in around ten seconds if they were also running, but I run for around five minutes before  I spot the shooter. The man looks around my age and is wearing a torn up leather jacket and a green ball cap. As if sensing my presence, he turns around and starts to aim his handgun.  I beat him to it and take a panicked shot . Catching him in the right shoulder, he stumbles and falls onto the forest floor, groaning pitifully. Rushing over to the man, who is now in a fetal position, I kick his gun out of his hand. Picking up my foot, I grind my it into his  head and pin him to the forrest floor.

"Who are you?! Why did you shoot him?!" I shriek, having lost all composure.

"Ask him..." He croaks. Felix must still be there, injured, in the tree. I demand answers as I press down on the side of his face.

"Tell me or I'll shoot you." I threaten him. I can tell he knows its not an empty threat.

"Go ahead." He spits out blood. Feeling cornered, I choose my usual option;incapacitation. Time and time again I'm startled by the sound of close range gunshots, I never seem to get over that, even if its my own shot. This is no exception. I wince as the man swears under his breath as the bullet enters his leg, leaving him immobilized as I rejoin Felix.