Where The Bullet Lands

Daddy's Girl

"Can he die?" I sigh look down at the ground, we built a fire, he built his own fire not that far away.

"I think so, so don't shoot him out of anger" Will grabs my hand, I pull my hand away annoyed, for some reason Will came back to his flirty personality, instead of being angry at me, I think he realized that its not attractive. Mary was conversing with Mark, my father.

"I might just have to" I frown and draw a picture in the sand. I look up and examined Mary's dress, it flowed down to her ankles. Her short brown hair cut perfectly off at her shoulder. The last time I got a haircut was when this asshole was dragging me by my hair so i just cut it off with my knife, it looked terrible.

"Why don't you like your dad" Will's voice cut into my thoughts.

"Just drop it" I spit out the words.

"I wanna know" He frowned and crossed his arms like a small child.

"Just don't trust him, he isn't a good guy" I frown and stare at the grainy sand.

"Come on" Will sighed.

"I will put you down, dead, right here" I stared angrily.

"Fine, shoot me, but you can't just kill your past, it doesn't ever go away" He grabbed the gun from my holster and put it in my hand. I stared at him, examining his features. Why? Doesn't he know that I wil shoot him, I've done it before. Why? Why? Why? Why? My hand is outreached, the gun aimed at his head.

"Shoot me, do it. Now" He frowned and kept in eye contact. I finger closed in on the trigger, but I never heard the click. Exactly, five seconds went by. I then realized I never pulled the trigger, my finger just hovered above it. I drop the gun, tears whelming from my eyes. I didn't move, neither did Will. My hands shook wildly. I suddenly cut loose of everything. My hands dropped to my sides. I dropped my head into my lap. I sobbed wildly. He is right, for once in his life, I can't just shoot my past, and I can't get away from the blood that stained my life either. I felt warmth around me. Will sat next to me, he had an arm around me, I didn't know whether this was flirting or he was trying to comfort me.

"You can't change your past, but the furture is your canvas, make it beautiful" Will kissed my head and laid the blanket around me. He stood up and walked into the desert. I woke up in the morning to see Mary looming over me.

"Get up, the beauty is gone" She frowned.

"He has a name" I frowned and stood up quickly.

"Maybe you should learn their names. Why would I? Because what if they're the ones who save you? Still don't see your point. Nevermind, stupid little arrogant-" Mary cut herself off. Man, is she crazy.

"Where is Mark?" I shutter at the sound of his name.

"He is missing too" She sighed.

"Well, you're a genius, where did they go?" I smiled sarcastically.

"Well, by the direction of their footsteps, and the position of the sun and the wind speed cubed by the area of houston plus the size of mississippi, I would say the gang camp within eyeshot" She frowned.

"Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the desert" I laugh. She began walking towards the camp.

"what are you doing?" I frowned.

"Going to go convince them to let us have Mark and Beauty back" She kept walking on.

"Do you know how stupid that sounds?" I shout.

"Okay, if we go in, and they won't give them back, we go with your plan, which i imagine is along the lines of stab stab shoot" She arched his eyebrows.

"Fine" I sighed. This wasn't my ideal adventure, but its going to be fun to watch Mary give them a lecture on why it's illegal to steal people. Mary walks on in. I stay behind a nearby rock, awaiting my signal. I hear lots of chatting. I hear a scream, sounds like Mary. I burst from behind the rock. Instead of open desert, I'm met with the face of young man. His eyes cold, his hair dark, his skin tanned from the sun. He grabbed my wrist. I stood there and stared into his fear striking eyes. I kicked upward, aiming for the gut. Instead, I'm met with an counter attack that ends with me most likely having a black eye tommorrow. He throws a punch that i counter with a kick to the gut. It turns into a fight that's too evenly matched.

"Annie" He whispers as he flips me over on the ground. Before, I could ask how he knew my name, he kicked me in the face, resulting in my unconsciousness. He distracted me, how creative. I woke up tied to a chair staring at a closed white tent door. Two guards stand by the entrance. The same guy walks in, the one who attacked me.

"Hi, Annie" He smiled quickly, as if remebering sweet memories of me. "That was impressive" He stared straight faced. "I haven't had anybody fight me as well as you did" He waited for a response. "Not a talker?" He lifted a single eyebrow. He came an inch away from my face, he leaned next to my ear. "I know everything about you, Annie" He whispered. "I also know that you are currently trying to untie yourself with your pocket knife" He smiled and backed away. "We can do this two ways, you untie yourself, I beat you again, tie you up, and I torture your little friend" He dropped his smile. "Or you can drop the knife, I can untie you, and we can have a nice little chat" He had a sinister look on his face.

"Which little friend?" I frowned.

"Ah, it speaks. Not your father, you'd love to see him hurt. I'd choose, based on who reacts worse to the bloody pulp I leave you in" He looked very serious. This guy is heartless. I sigh, feeling defeated, and drop the knife. He walks nonchalantly behind me and grabs the knife. He touches the side to his tongue. "Fresh blood" He smiles. He looks to the guards who untie me. I stare at the abrasion around my wrists. By the look of it, I've been tied up for about 4 hours. Skills you learn after living the way I do. He waves off the guards.

"Leave" He stares at the guards, who do as told.

"What do you want from me?" I stare coldly.

"A chat" He pulls up a chair from the side of the large tent.

"What kind of cha-" He cuts me off quickly.

"Don't act stupid" He frowned.

"I don't kn-" He cuts me off again.

"You know what I'm talking about!" He yells and stands up quickly, he brings his hands down his face and lets out an frustrated sigh.

"Honestly, I have no clue what you're talking about" I stare at him. He grabs me and presses me against the wall behind me. His dark brown eyes less than an inch away. He has a hand on the wall above my shoulder, the other firmly grasps my side. My breathing was heavy, so was his. Mine because of adreneline, his because of anger. A minute of angry staring gets us nowhere. "If you're going to say something, say it" I frown. He takes his hand and smoothes back his messy hair. He turns around and leaves the tent. I stare at the door, waiting for him to walk back in. I walk slowly out the curtain like doors. I examine the area, all I see is a barren desert. Nothing, just sand and sky. I turn the corner and see a large rock, leaning against it was that asshole. He has a cigarette in his mouth.

"What happened to the camp?" I sigh and put my hands up.

"My guards, turning in that kid for a reward, I heard them planning it, didn't think they were stupid enough to do it" He held the cigarette in his mouth.

"You mean Will?" Panic filled my eyes.

"I didn't know yout three were on first name basis" He smiles devishly.

"Well, Will doesn't know my name and I'm not sure Mary is sane enough to know her own" I rub my temples.

"Well, looks like we have to go find them, I need to teach my men what happens when you disobey" He looks at the canteen around my waist. "Looks like your boyfriend poured out your whiskey" He smiled loosely.

"He isn't my boyfriend, and I need a drink" I sigh.

"Well, princess, we better hurry to town" He smiled devishly and began walking farther into the desert, he beckoned for me to come. He flicked his cigarette and took a deep breathe.