A pool of blood bloomed against the concrete floor of the garage. I felt the cold, sinister hand placed on my shoulder, causing shivers to run like fingernails down my spine.
"I always knew you were a good shot," he whispered in my ear. He sounded pleased, yet it didn't make me all that proud of I had done.
Footsteps. The door closed and once again, I was left alone in the dark and with a mess to clean up. Regret ached in my chest as I faced the body sprawled across the floor.
And yet even after all the destruction I had caused with my gun, I was still bound to this way of life. Gun bound.
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Gun Bound
ActionThe Gunslinger is a famed criminal on the 'bad' side of Seattle, Washington. Totally not like that entire city isn't crawling with psychopathic gangs that would like nothing more than to gut someone, anyone really. On a crisp Autumn day, thin...
