Person Of Interest. [GoodGuyFitz]

Void. (7)

"You're in. But before we get you into the real world, do you know how to fire a gun?

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A fucking gun. Of course I know how to fire a gun. I can reload one, take one apart, clean it, and put it back together. Harry had taught me when we first started dating. For fucks sake everything is connected to Harry. I can't even discuss proper gun etiquette without being reminded of him.

Probably because he killed people in front of you. You know, with a gun?

"Yeah, I know how it works. I'm a good shot, too," I said confidently. I remember impressing both Harry and myself at the range. A chorus of laughter filled the room and I felt offended. How can they just assume I'm a bad shot? "Give me one and give me a target."

"Alright princess," Matt slid a pistol down the table towards me. I stopped it, then picked it up. The familiar feeling of the heavy metal made my heart rate quicken and my hands clammy. "Shoot that stop sign. In the O," he pointed across the room to a stop sign. It was maybe eighty, maybe a hundred feet away.

I stood up from the table, aimed, took the safety off, then shot. The whole ordeal lasted eight seconds but it felt like eight minutes. Shooting a gun is adrenaline inducing. It really puts a whole perspective on how quickly your life can be taken away. Or how quickly you could take a life.

The ringing in my ears from the earlier event increased. It was louder and more difficult to tune out. My mental fog cleared and I glanced up at the sign. I almost laughed out loud when I noticed I had hit directly in the middle of the O, and I did when I glanced at Matts face.

"Nice shot," Cam whispered to me as I sat back down. I slid the weapon back to Matt who silently accepted it.

"Well done," Ryan praised.

"Well done," Harry praised.

"Jesus fucking christ," I muttered to myself, completely forgetting I was in a room full of people.

"I'm sorry?" Ryan asked, cocking his head to the side.

"No, I um. I'm sorry. I just talk to myself a lot," I hung my head and scratched the back of my neck. I probably shouldn't of said that.

"What are you, a mental case?" Mason giggled to himself, Eric joined in as well.

"No? It's normal for people to talk to themselves," I crossed my arms.

"Yeah it's normal for lonely people. Tell me love, when's the last time you had a man in your life?" Mason inquired with a smirk on his face. God I wanted to slap right off of his face and shove it up his ass.

"I don't need a man," I smiled, not wanting to start conflict.

"I'm just going to safely assume it's been about a year since you've gotten laid, am I right? Or am I right?" Mason laughed while holding his hand up, searching for someone to give him a high five.

"Alright alright, stop patronizing the lass will you cunt?" Toby interjected our little verbal brawl. On one hand I was grateful for his interruption, but on the other hand I wanted to tell Mason how much of a pig he presented himself as... Although I'm sure that wouldn't reflect well on me.

I sent Toby a silent thank you, quickly realizing he would end up being my favorite.

There was an awkward silence in the room occupied by Cam occasionally clearing his throat and Jay fumbling with the poker chips.

What's up with the fucking poker chips?

I chalked it down to him potentially being some type of gambler, or maybe he had ADHD and poker chips just happened to be his coping mechanism.