Picture Perfect

Chapter Six

"Are we done?" It's been two hours and all I've been doing is shooting this stupid gun. My hands hurt, my legs are sore, and I really want a shower and to get the hell out of this place.

"No." He growls. I spin around and glare at him. The sense of fear hasn't come back yet, and right now I'm tired so it's hard to be scared when all I want is to sleep.

"No? We've been at this for hours! I have just been kidnapped and now I'm being trained to be some kind of solder! I am tired and hangry, and I don't even know your name! I think a little brake would suffice." I huff and my explosion was over with.

"Did you say hangry?" He laughs. It sounded wonderful.. I glare at him harder. "Look you have five minutes to drink water and that's it." I smile at him and then turn around in hopes of finding a water fountain or something.

"Uh...," I begin. "Where can I get water?"

"Oh right... Rick!" He shouts. The big metal doors open and a slim looking boy walks in with a satchel across his shoulder.

"Y-yes sir?" He sounds like a little kid. He's staring down at his feet. I can see his hands shaking at his sides.

"Do you have any waters in that bag of yours?" The man asks briskly. The boy slightly jumps. And I feel bad for him. What is a little kid like him doing in this place?

"Of course, sir." He reaches in his satchel and takes out two water bottles.

The man snatched them from Rick and extends one of them to me. I hesitantly reach for it and take it. The boy looks up at me and I melt as I stare at his big blue eyes.

I smile at him and he quickly looks back down at his feet. I frown. "Anything else sir?" The boy asks.

"Yeah. Bring Writes in here. Tell him I need him and if he values his job then he'll get his ass here now." The man growls. It's frustrating that I still don't know his name.

"Yes sir." The boy turns on his heels and quickly walks out the door.

I turn back to the man and have the strongest urge to slap him.

He noticed my anger and smirked. "You have ten seconds left. Drink up." He walks back to the small table to reload the gun.

I twist the cap of the bottle and chug the water. I didn't realize I was that thirsty. After finishing off the last drop I scrunched the plastic up into a ball.

Grinning, I pulled my arm back and used all the force I could summon and threw the plastic ball to the asshole loading the gun.

It hit him in the back and he jumped at least three feet off the ground.

The floud gates of laughter opened inside me and I couldn't close them.

"What the hell?!" He yelled. I was bending over trying to catch my breath but I only laughed harder.

"It's not play time! Get your shit together Riley! Do not for one second forget who your dealing with." He growls.

I cough and put the laughs away. But I couldn't help the chuckle that slipped.

"Ugh! I'm dealing with a child!" He shouts. I glare at him and put my hands on my hips.

"I'm not a child. As a matter of fact I will be eighteen next month." I stuck my tongue out at him.

He rolled his eyes and grabbed my arm. He spun me around and put the gun in my hand. I groan. "Shut. Up." He says calmly.

I close my mouth and stay quiet for the rest of the time.