My Original Characters and Random Shorts

One Bullet

Prompt: One bullet is a lifetime supply.

Venn held up his hands and slowly stepped back. "Come on Shale," he said, his voice shaky and uncertain. His eyes were pleading.

Shale's silver sword pressed against Venn's neck as he mirrored the step back with one forward. Venn's back collided with the wall and he winced as the silver dug into his neck.

Shale didn't move his sword away. "Oh I'm sorry. Am I scaring you?" he smirked and leaned in close. "Poor little Omega, misplacing his trust once again. I'll admit this one kind of hurts me a bit too."

Venn didn't dare move. "Shale what's wrong with you? What are you doing?!" His voice cracked desperately. "I thought you'd watch my back!"

"And I did," Shale said calmly. "But see, you're a wanted man, Venn... I can't just let that slide anymore." He held up a pair of shimmering silver handcuffs.

Venn pressed himself against the wall. "Shale please, you're a terrible example of your own teaching."

Shale smiled wryly. "I usually am, but only to those I teach the wrong things."

Venn opened his mouth to respond, but the tip of the sword digging into his neck made him stop. A small note of pain escaped him. His black eyes searched Shale's face with desperate panic.

A gunshot rang through the air. Shale suddenly listed sideways. He fell in a crumpled heap, blood flowing from his head. His electric blue eyes stared at nothing.

The sword cut a long slash down the side of Venn's neck as it fell. Venn recoiled with a sharp cry of pain. He looked up to see who had fired the shot.

Zip stood in the doorway with a sleek pistol in his hands. He held it at his side. He gave Venn a weak smile. "One bullet is a lifetime supply."

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