Fandom Imagines and Preferences VI

Billy Butcher- Firearm (a)

Empty casings cascaded onto the floor as Butcher pounded each of the metal targets with a volley of bullets. Left, right, up, down the barrel of Butcher's rifle danced around the target range until all that moved down the range was a swirl of gun smoke and the remnants of echoes.

"Simple." He pulled the protective cups from his ears and rammed the rifle into your hands. "All you have to do is tuck this bit into your armpit, point this end at the bad guys and press the trigger." With a cautious smile Billy stepped back and ushered you forward. He raised his hand and the audience of targets flung up. You peered down the glinting scope, tucked the stock exactly as he had showed you and held down the trigger. The barrel of the gun flew upwards, the trail of bullets led over the range, climbed the walls and hung over the ceiling. "What the FUCK are you doing?" Billy wrestled the firearm from your grip as the excessive force knocked you off your feet. "I said squeeze the trigger, not try and suffocate it. Little short bursts, I don't know what you're killing that needs forty rounds but anything that this baby will kill you need two or three max." He rested the rifle on the countertop and extended a helpful hand.

"I'm sorry, it's a bit more fierce than the .45 we used last time." His finger eagerly flicked over the safety.

"Well yeah, no fucking shit. We're going to try this again now that you've had some experience. Jesus Christ I'm lucky I didn't end up with a fucking bullet in my forehead and we're doing it again? Hold it a bit more tightly this time and remember, one, two, stop." Nervously you stepped back to the rifle, snatched the grip tightly and peered down the range. You brough it to your shoulder, squinted with the fear of imminent danger and held down the trigger once more. Billy cowered behind the next booth with his hands over his head but to his and your surprise you managed to tame the weapon, you fired off round after round down the range until a squeeze of your finger was only met with the disappointing click of an empty magazine.

"Alright!" Billy emerged proudly. "I mean, you fucking missed every single shot but you didn't almost kill us this time? Don't worry, not everybody is an automatic kind of guy. I wouldn't take it personally."

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Written by Aaron/