Let Me Call You Mine

Untitled Part 14

This shouldn't come off as a surprise. 

I was part of the resistances' defence for crying out loud.

I was literally in a war with guns and tear gasses.

Stuff like these; gunshots and dead bodies shouldn't even be new to me.

I should not be surprised.

But years in field wasn't enough to stop the sharp gasp that leaves my mouth once the bullet goes clean through his head.

"Elijah" I breathe out, not really afraid despite the slight quiver in my voice.

I was just taken by surprise because who would've imagined this.

The screaming that follows doesn't help ease things in my head. He pays them no heed as he lifts the gun and aims at another person. I was dimly aware of how hard I was gripping his hand as I watch him shoot three more people, two of which were women before he stops. 

He turns to the fat guy he was talking to first who looks like he's about to shit himself and is regretting not following the crowd when they all scattered off. A sweat rolls down the side of his face as Elijah towers over him, looking intimidating as fuck as he throws the gun at him.

"Tell the son of a bitch who will come collect this asshole's body that the fucking hallulu scored four points" He offers him a smirk, still dark and fucking menacing before walking past him.

My feet feels numb as he drags me back to the car. Only when I was sitting inside and him climbing beside me did I release the breath I was holding in, brain trying to formulate a sentence that's plausible enough to sum up what just happened.

"Did you" I licked my lips as I swallowed down the lump in my throat. 

"Did you just dragged me here solely for that reason?" 

"Mostly, yes"

"To watch you shoot four people in the head?"

"Mm"

"For what?" 

"Like I mentioned before, you make me distinguish the difference between hallucinations and reality" He shrugs, pulling out his phone and something about him not looking at me seems to push me at the edge.

I feel my eye twitch.

My hand reaches out to grab his phone. 

This is crazy. 

I mean wordlessly shooting people who happen to attack us first was one thing, coming here with an actual agenda to kill someone is another.

I've been saying this a lot but he just killed people. He knows his way with a gun and he certainly doesn't bat an eye when it comes to violence and such like most people do.

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Like most normal and mentally stable people do.

"Who exactly are you?" 

"A nobody" I resist the urge to snort.

"But people call me the fucking hallulu" Out of instinct or maybe human decency, my eyes soften a bit at that.

"About your hallucinations... were they- were they as bad as he described?" 

"Probably" It's a simple answer but it does the trick to answer the question without really actually answering it.