Hell's Angel: Devil's Backbone (BK 2)

Shoot

Dani's POV
(Nightwing27th)

"This is ridiculous," Matt laughed, holding my bow in his hand.

I chuckled. "No, it's not. I have suffered many days of boxing...it's your turn."

"I can't even see the target."

"You can see the post, right?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, then." I stood and then walked the thirty yards to it. I sat an apple on top of the four foot post. "Can you see that?"

He nodded. "Yeah."

"Good." I walked back up to him. "But, it really doesn't matter what you hit, the arrow's not leaving this room." After the hours it took to clean up all the paint from the other day's fun, I set back up my targets. Blind or not, he's doing this. "Hold the bow in front of you, in your left hand." He did as I said. "Good." I put an arrow in his right hand. "Now, the arrow lays on a rest in the middle of the bow on the left side, just above your left hand. On the end of it is a notch. The string goes inside of it."

I watched as he did his best to set the arrow. It took a couple minutes, but I don't care. I got to see what he does; now he gets to see what I do. "Then just make sure the end of the arrow is in the center of the string," I said. I gave him the recurve, so it's easier. I used a compound bow with a sixty pound pull out in the field. This recurve only has a pull of thirty. Let's just say...this bow was meant for six year olds. So, I'm not going too hard on him. Though, he doesn't know that.

"Like that?"

I examined his work. "Perfect. Now place your right hand on the string. Your index finger goes above the end of the arrow and your middle finger goes just below the arrow." He felt the string for the right place. "That way, your fingers are pinching the end of the arrow while the pads of your fingers are able to pull back the string."

He found the right spot and easily got his fingers into place. "Now what?"

"You're going to aim the bow at the post," I waited to continue until he'd done it. "Okay. Then, pull back the string and do your best to point to tip of the arrow at the apple." He pulled back the bow. I could tell he was concentrating hard, trying to get this right. I walked around him to his right side. I put my hand on his elbow and gently lowered it, so it was more equal with his chin. I removed my hand and then stepped back. "When you're ready...let go."

A few more seconds went by...and then he let it fly. The apple rolled off the post as I heard the arrow slid on the concrete floor. He lowered the bow. "How'd I do?"

I walked down to the apple and picked it up. "You nicked it."

"You sound surprised," he smiled. I walked back to him as I rolled my eyes.

"No," I sighed. "For someone who can't actually see and has never fired anything in their life...that was more than good, even though you didn't hit it. Most beginners who can see don't do that good. Wanna go again?" I smiled.

He chuckled and then nodded, "Yeah."

I gave him another arrow and then walked back down to the post. I sat the apple on top of it and then walked back. I stood a few feet away from him. I didn't say anything, just let him do it. He fumbled with the arrow a second but quickly recovered. He raised the bow and pulled back the string. He took twice as long to aim this time. I focused my attention on the apple. I heard the arrow whizz by and then saw the apple tumble.

I walked down to the post and picked up the apple. The arrow was lodged in the center of it. "That was really good. Now, how about you try something with some power?" I walked over to the table in the corner. I picked up my folded down bow in its holster and then walked up to Matt. "Okay." I took the wimpy bow from him and sat it on the ground.