Bloody Bullets

Leave me alone

It's been a couple weeks since the McClain's and the Gane's been under the same roof. With Danny being home schooled for safety reasons, and Lana being the same energetic toddler as she always been. Even though it took them a few days to settle in the house, Lana looking for Berry until Lance had to convince the little girl that the poor stuffed toy was on vacation. Nothing really has been different for the little family, but only thing different is Lance has been sneaking off to the range he found a couple days ago. Being in there most of his hours in the day, practicing with guns and knives. Trying to get out the inner frustration of being lied to for half his life from the person who he thought as an older brother.

The activity has mostly been acted out in the night, when he knew both Lana and Danny were fast asleep in bed. He needed this escape, from the frustration and about the fact Keith would never at the house. He didn't know why this frustrated him at all, he was just another job to fulfill. Seeing Keith bring someone different to the house almost every night, walking on the private side of the house and whispering slightly where he knew Lance wasn't allowed to go.

It made Lance's chest feel weird, when he he saw the raven whisper to the man or women as they made it to a room. It made Lance's chest feel tight and empty, the way he would smirk when they were walking up to a room to do whatever. Lance's imagination running wild at the things the two would be doing behind closed doors made Lance clutch his fist into a tight ball. He needed this escape before he killed either Keith or the person he brought, wishing more on the latter than anything else.

When Lance made it to the barn like range, quickly walking to the old stack of wood that was sitting on the left side of the barn, pushing the objects slightly so no wood would topple over and hit him. When he saw the blue case shining back at him, he smiled slightly as all his worries vanished as he picked up the case. He flipped the notches on both sides, picking up the gun that was neatly seated in its place. The magazine beside it being snuggled in the foam like bed, running his thumb over a symbol of the ocean neatly imprinted on the blue tinted pistol. The white markings mixed with the blue color perfectly, the symbol somehow made Lance calm with the deadly weapon in his hands. He grabbed the magazine from its little bed, placing it in the hole pushing it in with some force with the base of his palm. When he heard the click of it being placed in correctly, he turned it slightly.

He clicked the safety off making a satisfying 'pop' sound. The weapon weighed lightly in his palm, with his pointer finger hovering off the trigger. He placed the gun in the correct position, pointing it up to the bottles that was placed there the last time he came here. With a blink of an eye, he pulled the trigger, firing at the bottles with three shots. Bursting three bottles that were sitting on top of the wood post on the other side of the range. Placing the gun on the side of the post that he was behind, he pulled the slide and took out the magazine. He started to clean the inside of the gun to make sure all of the gun powder was out and not stuck. As he was cleaning up his gun, his head tilted slightly as he heard footsteps coming towards him. He perked up and quickly put the magazine back in the gun, pulling back the slide and aimed at the top frame of the door. Firing a warning shot and glared at the door of the barn, he heard a yelp from the other side of the door.

"Woah, woah! Just me, don't kill me." A certain voice seeped through the air. Lance let out a frustrated breath out his nose as fired again, the bullet making a twin hole as it went through the door.

"I know you're angry with me for some reason Lance, so can you open the door and stop firing at me so we can talk like normal fucking people?" Keith's voice spoke up again, Lance growled and yanked the door open. He looked down at the raven with in annoyance. 'For some reason' he says, Lance snorts at the thought.

"Don't you have better things to do or should I say another person to do?" Lance's voice dropped an octave down, his blue eyes turned dark like a storm at sea. Keith stared at the older man, his eyebrows furrowed at the accusation.