BeyNika Oneshots

Die

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to any (song) names/persons mentioned in this story. This is a fictitious representation of events. Uses are for entertainment purposes only.

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October 11th, 2021 - 12:10am - City Center Motel - Las Vegas, Nevada

Bey POV

Tick.

Tock.

Load.

Pop.

I mimicked pulling the trigger on a gun. It was almost comical to me now. How unpredictable my life has become. How much I've changed. How fast the bodies drop. It had become a game to me really, dropping bodies. Making moves. I guess it was my way of coping, pretending my life was a game or an action movie. But I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't do it all over again. I bet the devil has reserved a special place in hell for me. The thought of it made me smile.

"Pop.." I motioned at the lamp. Then at the TV. Then at Nicki.

"Did you want to actually help?" She took another hit of her blunt and threw black duffle off to the side of me. "Get the fuck up!"

I popped her again with my imaginary gun, aiming at her navel. There were four main points to target if you were shooting to kill instantaneously. Between the eyes, in the stomach, back of the neck, and, surprisingly, the upper thigh. That took a smidge longer than the rest but once you ruptured that femoral artery your target was as good as dead anyway.

"Did you hear what the fuck I said?" She yelled again.

I shifted my gaze from her body to the ceiling. I always counted up the bread. I was a little better at math than Nicki was. And by a little I meant a lot. That wasn't to say Nicki was bad, but my attention to deal and quick computing was unmatched. I owed that to working at Sunset. Everything in that motherfucker was outdated. Even the cash register. It broke down so much I paid out orders in my head. I smiled faintly at the memory. It seemed like forever ago. I was snapped out of my reverie by her angry scowl.