Fighting For You: a FanFiction (for my friend)

Six: Headshot

We drove to a different alley as if we didn't just come from one. She led me to a metal door and knocked.

"Hey! Ry-" She stopped herself. "Toymaker! We need some toys."

A mysterious voice answered back. "For who?"

"Zara Moon and... associates."

A rectangular opening slid open, only revealing a pair of ocean blue eyes.

"I don't mess with the Hounds anymore." 

"Neither do I."

Suddenly the door swung open, and a tall, blonde guy with pointy ears pointed two shotguns at us as he led us inside.

"Sit."

We sat on a couch and he kicked the door closed. The room was dark yet warm, decorated with mahogany wood and small lamps. Further down there was another room with a metal door. 

"Hey," He snapped at me. "Eyes on me." 

He shifted his gaze to Zara. 

"So why shouldn't I kill you right now? Why should I believe you're not with the Hounds anymore?"

Zara nodded her head towards me. "Because my target is sitting right next to me."

"And?"

"And I'm not holding a gun to her face."

He stopped for a moment. His eyes shifted to me, wary. I shrugged. "She has a point, uh..."

"Toymaker."

"That's the name you chose? Toymaker? What are you from Toy Story?" I laughed.

"Hey, stop laughing."

"Piper, shut up. His real name is worse," Zara whispered. "Ryan Bacon."

We both held back our laughs. 

"Both of you shut the fuck up. What makes you think I'm gonna help you now, huh?"

"Listen. " I slowly talked, like a serenade. "It seems like you don't like the Hounds. We don't either. They have my friend and we need to take them down. Don't you want to be apart of that?"

He stood for a moment, eyeing us both. Finally, he dropped the guns.

"Fine," He huffed. "Just call my Ryan. Kay." 

"Nice to meet you, Ryan." 

Once we had free will again, he led us to that bolted metal door. He typed in a keycode and the door moved on its own. 

"Welcome to the Toy Box."

Guns, knives, and arrows galore lined the walls, perfectly and neatly arranged by type. On the fourth wall, human-shaped targets stood: a practice range. The lights above lit up the room to have a glowy halo as if we were stepping into heaven.

Ryan turned to us, cross his arms. "So what kind of job is this, huh? Run and gun, rescue mission -" 

"Rescue mission," I said. "We need to be able to sneak into the base of the Hounds and take down people without others noticing."

He nodded. "Ah, what you guys need is something quick and quiet, silent but deadly. Zara, for you I'm thinking you can go ahead and look at my machine-pistol collection, with silencers of course." He pointed to a corner where the guns were adorned with silencers. "But for you, Piper, how do you feel about not using a gun?" 

"What do you mean?"

He placed a crossbow into my hands. "How about this?"

"Uh, I usually just work with a pistol."