We Bent Fate

Chapter 11.

"Don't pull until I say it." I tell her and she visibly swallows, her whole body tensed.

The faint gaze of the sun touches our skin and the tips of the trees as we stand in the backyard. For all the good it does, providing enough light to the unlit place, I still shiver as a wave of chilling air passes through us.

I walk towards her and slapped a hand on her wrist that was holding the handgun. Her hand jerks away, losing the grip on her handgun and the latter hits the ground.

"Why would you do that?" She whines in irritation.

"I was checking your grip and it wasn't right." I say, crouching down to pick up the revolver. "You need to have a tight grip on that. Think about crushing the handle and you'll find the right grip."

"My hand already hurts." She pouts and I sigh.

"Just aim one more time and show me the perfect posture and grip. Then you are free to go." I said. "They won't mind your hand hurting during the batt-" I trailed off, immediately regretting what I just almost said out loud. 

"Who's they?" She asked suddenly and I bit my tongue.

"Nobody. I meant, the people who would want to hurt you." I stammer as I explain. "Have you seen the reports these days. The crime rates have increased and I don't want sick bastards like them overpowering my girlfriend."

Out of the corner of my eye, I look at her smiling warmly at me. "But don't you think hand to hand combat is enough to overpower anyone."

"No." I say, meaning it.

"But I don't think whether I can kill someone." She said, her face hardening with panic and I bit back a grin. The irony....

"Sweetheart, I am not telling you to kill anyone either. I am just telling you to shoot to disarm the person. You just need to injure them." I explain and she gives me a slow brief nod.

"Now, one more time." I nod at her and she lets out a defeated sigh. "Hold the gun tightly. As tight as you can." I hand her the gun, my other hand gripping hers to make sure her grip on the handgun is tight enough. "Tight." I whisper into her hair and she squirms.

"Relax." I say as my hands trail up from her hands to her shoulders, slowly massaging them. "Don't tense up." I say, moving my hands around her collarbone and on cue, she tenses up even more. I smile when I see what affect I have on her.

"You are hot." She whispers and it comes out as a raspy gasp. I laugh, my hands moving to her waist and she leans forward.

"Am I distracting you?" I say as I feel a heaviness between my hips.

"No, I mean it. Are you not well? You even seem tired." She says and I debate telling her how I am feeling. The chill air ruffles around the grass as I try not to shiver. "Austin?"

"I am fine. Its a shame, though that I couldn't offer you the distraction I was intending." I say and she grins a little, leaning on me. "Now, lets do this. Its getting cold. Tight firm grip on the handle, hands straight and relaxed. Lean forward just a little. Bend your knees slightly and make sure your feet are a hip apart."

"Aim?" She asks and I nod.

I hear a shot and my eyes immediately dart towards Martha. Her hands had fallen down slightly, disrupting the composure as well as the target and her eyes had closed. I shake my head in dismay.

"No. You would never want to flinch. If you jerk or flinch because you are scared of the sound of the shot, then you'll probably miss the aim. Martha, I am teaching you to hit the aim so that you don't end up killing people instead of just injuring them a little." I say and she sighs.