"Keep it together " I traced my fingers further on the gun's freezing iron pushing within its chamber another group of heavy bullets
"come on keep it together now " I kept whispering again and again while hoping to ease up the panic attack gripping my soul.
I guess, after all, some people just don't get used to doing certain things, no matter how much automated the act of doing them becomes.
Nevertheless, their minds and souls simply ... refuse to do them and reject forming any type of familiarity with them.
And I, I don't feel sorry for them In fact I don't feel at all, but rather I sympathize. Because these types of actions are oftentimes forced, they come brutally forced for these people to make.
People such as me, and precisely no matter how long the last five years of my life appeared to be, my body and soul could never familiarize the act of loading the gun, aiming, then shooting straight ahead.
"Rory kid, come on hurry up, the night ain't in our hands " shouted my partner, whom of course I never considered as one in the first place.
The burning urge to aim the damn thing towards his head and blow his brains on the ground boiled within me. During nights like these, the most difficult task of all wasn't shooting whoever I needed to shoot, but rather retaining my sanity throughout the whole night.
Who am I fooling? No ... But Throughout the shooting process.
"Bobby calm down" I sent him a cold glare with the hope that he would notice it somewhere beneath the weak light beaming out of the lampposts and finally leaves me be.
"We ain't waiting for them to take us off, no fella no, Not today at least"
"Can't you just trust me for a second? " I shouted once again with the same raging tone while my eyes kept scanning the end of the street.
"look it's a cab, keep your eyes straight they might be hiding behind it," said bobby emphasizing each word as if it was a magic spell, and like I usually do in these types of sticky situations, I ignored his words. Hell, I even tried to ignore his existence as a whole. However, I've always failed in doing so.
My eyes were glued on the taxi car's slow movements down the road until it stopped by the sidewalk near one of the apartment building blocks. I could feel my damp palms tightening around the gun's handle, anticipation eating me alive and the burning urge to shoot down whoever might come out of that taxi's car was sizzling within.
"Just dare and reveal yourselves to me, you arrogant bastards" I kept thinking to myself as I patiently waited for a human figure to step out of the car.
"come on, " I thought again
Finally, the human figure appeared and I've never been more grateful for taking my time while aiming as well as for never rushing with the bullets like a scavenger. A blonde woman stepped out of the taxi's backseat struggling with the massive ton of papers covering her right hand while the other clung to her briefcase.
"Keep the change" she addressed the driver swiftly while maintaining her concentration on squeezing the stack of papers violently within her briefcase and her heels made it much more difficult for her to accomplish so. The far soft tone of her voice clicked against my hearing like a cold drop of water sliding a thirsty throat.
If there's one thing I've roughly picked up from the language of streets then it's recognizing fear and this woman was clearly ... petrified.
The sound of her clicking heels against the sidewalk's cold concrete vibrated throughout the entire dark deserted lonely street. Her hair danced in different directions covering her face and ever so quickly she disappeared within the building's entry block.
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Tales From Sin City (Completed)
Short StoryPrologue : "We all lived in one city, we shared the same sky, we heard the same cacophonic sounds everyday. But we have different stories. Maybe the city took from us more than it gave, or maybe we lost ourselves amid the process. Who are we? We...
