Little Toy Guns

Counting The Scars

A/N: Alright guys, last chapter. I know that sucks, right. I feel kind of terrible for putting Violet through all this depressing stuff, but everyone seems to love it. Never thought I'd get such supporting feedback from this. :)
And I owe a big thanks to Carrie Underwood and her song for being my inspiration.

Anyway, enough talk. Here you go.

4 Years Later

Clem entered through her front door with an all too familiar blonde trailing behind her. Two victims unsuspecting the hunters approach as he rounded another corner, gun in hand.

"So you ready for the geometry test next Wednesday?"

"Ha, geometry is the last thing on my mind." Violet scoffed as she threw her backpack onto Clem's couch. "Mr. Bridges doesn't even explain it right."

Clem rolled her eyes at Violet's comment. "Well, yeah. But that's why I told you I'd help you study."

Violet raised a brow placing a hand on her hip. "And here I thought you actually wanted to spend time with me. I should have known it was only about math." She teased.

He rounded another corner, ducking behind the counter. Careful not to make any sudden movements to alert the targets. Rifle held firmly in his hands so the end wouldn't knock against the wall giving away his position. Just a few feet closer.

"Well..." Clem walked over closer to the blonde unaware of their current stalker. She took Violet's hands in hers. "It doesn't all have to be about math. I'm sure we can fit some other things in as well." She leaned up slightly and pecked Violet on the cheek. "Afterall, what kind of girlfriend would I be if we didn't."

Violet smiled at Clem's sign of affection.

"Tell you what? Grab your backpack and will finish our homework now, then we can do whatever you want afterward. Deal?" Clem asked.

Violet smirked. "I like the sound of those odds." She went to lean in for another kiss, but both of them jumped at the sound of a yell.

"I've got you now!" AJ ran out from behind the kitchen counter and jumped in front of the two girls. He raised his rifle and cocked it back before pointing it at his trespassers. "Don't move! Put your hands up!"

Violet's eyes widened at the sight of the gun as her heart started to beat loudly in her chest. It was much smaller than the one she remembered. This one wasn't even real, it was only a toy, but the resemblance still spiked the fear that was hidden beneath. Her breathing started to pick up as it came out in shaky exhales.

She tried to remind herself that it wasn't real. There was no smoke, no bullet, no shock from the trigger when you pulled it. No pain, no damage could be done. It was just a toy, it wasn't real.

Seeing as no one complied with his terms AJ pulled the trigger and the bang of the shotgun sound effect came through a speaker on the butt of the rifle. "Bang! Gotcha!"

Violet gasped and latched onto Clem's hand. Images from years ago flashed through her mind. Dreaded memories that she had tried to forget, but were brought back so easily with the simple sound of a gun.

Clem stood shocked, completely off guard, but the shaking from the girl next to her brought back her senses. Shit! Violet's fear of guns.

Her protective side kicked in. "AJ! Put the gun down!" She shouted at him.

AJ looked up at Clem his smile disappearing, feeling hurt at her harsh words. "But, Clem we always play shoot'em up, cowboys."

Clem shook her head. "We do. But you know you're not supposed to have them out when Violet's over."