Angel Slayers

Fresh Wound

The tension remained high, all eyes where on the blond boy and the silver gun in his hand.
Zeeke glared at him, daring him to make a move.
The smell of gunpowder wafts through the air as a loud bang startles the native fauna.
I watch the bullet race towards me. It was as if time itself had slowed down, not enough. I wasn't fast enough to step back. I wasn't quick enough to dodge a bullet.
Zeeke was, in the milliseconds it took the bullet to reach us he side stepped.
A colourful, inappropriate and highly offensive string of words rung out in the air.
Zeeke has stepped right into the path of the bullet, it struck him in the leg. He fell onto the ground, sticking his injured leg out and clutching the wound.
I wanted to shout at him, I wanted to scold him for tempting fate, for jumping in front of live ammo.
I wanted to punch him, but most importantly I wanted to thank him.

Meanwhile, Ace had taken the opportunity to scurry over toward the blond boy.

"Thanks Micah, I knew you had it in you," Ace praises the blond boy, who just happened to be the Micah the boys briefly mentioned earlier.

"Shut up," Micah almost whispered.

He stared at Zeeke, tears pricking in his eyes.

"You only had to drop the knife," his voice breaks as he talks.

"Mikey," Rex puts his hands up, aware that the gun is still loaded, "it's okay".

He tried to soothe Micah, his head whipped around and he pointed to gun at Rex.

"Go," Micah pleaded.

"Micah," Ace warned "remember whose side your on."

Micah looked at him with his glossy brown eyes.

"I know, Ace. I know," Micah shakes his head.

"Mike, come on. I'm your best friend," Rex pleads.

"You where my best friend!" Micah yells at him, "until you sided with them!".

"This is pathetic!" Ace complained. "You're a Guardian Micah, now shoot the Angel Slayer!"

"Shoot him?" Micah turned to face Ace.

"Do it or I will!" Ace yanked the gun from Micah's hand.

"No!" Micah protested, kicking the gun out of his hands.

"Micah, I'm giving you one last chance! You know we can't leave without Nora. Now work with me or die with them!" Ace demanded.

He pulled a blade from a sheath that was strapped to his chest and turned it on Micah.
This was definitely not the Ace I knew, I was beginning to doubt I ever knew Ace at all.
Zeeke, who had been all but silent since his out burst threw his knife, knocking Ace's right out of his hand.
He grunted, leaning back, using my legs as a wall to lean against. I'd barely moved an inch. I was in shock.
This was no normal day.
Disarmed, Ace took a voluntary step back.

"Micah, just think for a moment," Ace tried to reason.

Rex stood back, but a look of almighty fury burned in his hazel eyes.

"You turned your weapon on me," Micah, who was at least a head shorter than Ace spoke coldly.

"It was for your own good," Ace puts his hands up in surrender.

"Who knows what our boss would of done to you if you'd let them go," Ace stumbled backwards, eyes locked onto Micah's.

"You're an Guardian Angel, Micah. Take a moment to breathe and we can sort this out,"

Micah held his stare, he slowly picked his gun off of the ground, Ace's knife along with it. He even grabbed Zeeke's, which had fallen to the ground on impact with Ace's.