Steel Heart

<2> Dirty Vibe

<2> Dirty Vibe

I didn't blink at the end of the gun he was holding. I stared at it, seemed so... weird and unnatural that the barrel of a gun made me see and think of something else— Feel something foreign inside this hunk of metals.

Not fear.

Not anxiety.

Something close to home and warm— like a cup of lemon tea Daisy made in rainy days.

Maybe I am suicidal and crazy to see the black hole in a gun and think of warmth but I can't think anything else but comfort.

My eyes flicked to him in instinct, confusion written all over my face and his. Noting no fear was in my eyes, his seem more confused. Bullets don't hurt me anyway.

I tilted my head to the side, "What are you doing here?"

He was thrown aback from my plain question and so was the sweating middle aged man at the other point of his gun.

The old man was ordinary looking, he didn't look out of place at all. Not like a criminal. Unlike the both of us. He was sweating bullets, his balding hair plastered on his head. Bloodshot panicked eyes drifted towards me. His eyes glaring at me. "Shut up, girl! You're going to get the both of us killed!"

"He's not going to kill me." I said flatly, "He has many chances to do so in he still have not pull the trigger on my head."

He blinked and then smirked. "You're right. I don't want to kill you." He wasn't smiling but there was definitely amusement in his eyes. Dancing in their steely colours.

Like crows in a hurricane.

I wanted to smile but I don't think it's appropriate seeing the occasion and all.

He shrugged and lower the gun in my end. "No use anyway."

I shrugged too and this time I do smile a little.

"You ARE crazy!" The old man yelled. At who, I don't know and care.

He waved the gun in his direction and the old man flinched, "Hey, now. Don't yell. My ears are sensitive." He grouched. After that even the old man's silence taste like panic.

I turned to him again, not minding the old man who haven't done anything new except bicker. "You haven't answer my question."

He smirked, "I know." He chuckled a little, "I'm settling a business with the baldy over here."

Old man flinched again, "Please!" He stuttered out, "I have grandchildren!"

This, while the statement made me pause and look at the man, it did nothing to move the gun pointed at him. He only rolled his eyes, "Yeah and I have puppies. So?"

He didn't held the gun in both hands but when he stepped forward towards him it seemed to have become more of an immovable object.

The light seemed to grow dimmer in the background— and the air growing thicker— My body tensed and I heard the mechanics in my head clicking faster without order— like the fluttering of a human heartbeat.

I almost I could feel the pressure of his finger on the trigger, then he smiled.

The sound echoed in the room and from the loudness of it, everything rang in my ears and the world seemed to be spinning—

Yet I don't see any blood.

He was just bluffing. He laughed.

The bullet landed on the crack in the wall and the old man have slide down the ground, blue in the face.