Revenge

Click.
Fuck.
Without looking I can sense the man behind me,
ready to pull the trigger.
"Get up! Hands were I can see them!" He snarls, kicking my thigh
I get onto my feet, My hands resting by my side.
"Hands up. Or I shoot" he says, I see the fear in his eyes
I take one step forward
"I'll shoot!" He repeats, now his hands trembling
One more step.
"Maybe you should pull the fuckin' trigger" I sigh as I take another step forward
We are now a meter apart.
He closes his eyes then pulls the lever. Nothing but a click, the guns empty.
With on swift kick and a punch to his nose, the mans laying on his stomach my
knees holding his legs and my hands restraining back his arms.
"It's my turn to pull a trigger" I giggle mentally as I take out my shinny pistol
The barrel now pointed at his head.
"This is for Ethan" Is the last words I say before I pull the trigger.
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