Partners In Crime

7 ~ Relief

Michael didn't notice me as I swung the door open and walked in, my mouth dropping opened as I watched.

He was standing in front of several targets, shaped like humans, as he continuously shot at them with a small black gun, his face grimacing slightly. Every shot he took went straight through their heads...fuck.

I gulped not knowing what to do. I knew I should leave but I couldn't help but stare in astonishment. My body jolting every time he fired, the sound seeming to echo around what I guessed was some type of garage.

"Mich-" His hand was around my neck in one second, the barrel pointed at my temple as his eyes seemed to blaze with fire.

"Fuck Lyra." He muttered, the fire distinguishing momentarily as he saw it was me before pulling the gun from my head. "What do you want?"

"I thought someone had broken in and was getting shot!" I exclaimed, his face turning to slight amusement. "Well I guess I was right." I scoffed pointing towards the targets, their poor heads barely visible anymore.

"Well now you know I'm not getting shot or shooting an actual person... you can leave...thank you for your concern." He remarked sarcastically as he turned away from me and aimed the gun back at the target, the bullet shooting straight through their head once again.

For some reason I found myself walking further into the room before sitting on a pile of boxes in the corner.

Michael's head turned to me slowly, his eyes dark. "Get out Lyra."

"I just want to watch!"

"Did you hear me say you could?" He asked, I remained silent. "Exactly so get out. You shouldn't even be in here."

"Can I try?" I found myself saying, my face probably just as shocked as Michael's.

"You are joking right?" He stopped again, the gun swinging down to his side as he turned to me expectantly.

I debated on laughing and agreeing that I was joking, but I wasn't. "No, so can I just try?" I got up, holding my hand out but he stepped backwards, moving the gun behind his back.

"Fuck off! You'll end up shooting yourself." He spoke down to me as I stood in front of him.

"I want to be able to protect myself! I don't want to hide behind you forever." I admitted, his eyebrows turning into a frown as he scanned over my face.

He shook his head and produced the gun from behind his back. I flinched as his fingertips touched my hand as he handed me the gun, the barrel now pointing at his body.

I stared at the gun pointing at him. One shot and he would be dead.

I pushed him out of the way causing him to stumble back. If I shot Michael I really would be guilty.

I mean I definitely wouldn't be shooting anyone but there's no harm in wanting protection.

With a shaky arm, I brought my hand in-front of my body like Michael had done before, aiming towards the innocent victims.

"You're not even holding it right."

"Well this isn't something I do on a daily basis like you." I spat at him, his eyes narrowing in before he sighed and walked towards me.

His expression was unreadable as I cried out. His hand snatching the gun from mine causing my fingers to bend back. "Let me just show you."

My hand was cradled to my chest as I stared at him with wide eyes.

"Now Lyra! Or you can get out." He swung the gun around before pointing it to the door. Fucking hell! Why was he always so demanding?

"Alright!" I snapped as he handed me the gun back. I almost fell foward as I felt his front rub against my back, my heart beat increasing as his hands ran up my arms before they encased over mine on the gun.