Chapter 1: Shura (part 2)

‘Maybe it’s because your heart is racing.’ he answers for me. I watch a smile form on his lips and my heart skips a beat for a reason I can’t quite place. So instead of thinking about it, I aim m gun for his head. ‘Oh, your a feisty one.’ he pauses ‘ You going to shoot me or is that you bluffing.’

‘I am not feisty and we both know I’m not bluffing.’ I say slightly annoyed by this man.

’If you weren’t bluffing you would have been able to sho-‘ I cut off his sentance by shooting his shoulder and smile having hit him but pissed it wasn’t his head. ‘I’m sorry, what was that?’ I ask sweetly.

’You crazy bitch!’ he shouts.

I shrug ‘I’ve been called worse before.’ I look down at him as he lowers himself onto a knee and takes off his tie to wrap around his shoulder. ‘That won’t work.’ I say in a sing-song voice to piss him off.

‘It will for now!’ he spits out and I smile knowing that I have pissed him off. ‘I don’t know what I did to warrent you shooting me though. So why don’t you tell me?’ he asks while standing up. I hum in response then say ‘How avbout no.’ He puts a hand to the bridge of his nose at my response.

’Your a pain.’ I open my mouth putting a hand to my chest pretending to be shocked then I say ‘Better than being a prick at least.’ He layghs at my comment ‘How am I the prick in this situation?’ he asks while I just look at him.

‘Well I’m just doing what I was ordered to. Which just so happens to be ending your miserable life.’ I state rather bluntly. He laughs again, why is he laughing. ‘Oh my life is miserable is it? Then what is your life like then considering you are a pawn in someone’s game.’ I find my gun pointed towards his head again ‘I am no one’s pawn. So don’t go saying I am!’ I say thoroughly pissed at this man. He holds his hands up ‘Okay okay. No need to be sensitive.’ he says quickly and I scowl at him. ‘You really are a feisty one aren’t ya?’ he asks.

‘How am I feisty?’ I ask surprisingly quiet.

’Because you always resort to violence, thus making you feisty.’ he explains. I cock my head to the side pretending to be confused. He rolls his eyes ‘I resort to violence because it’s what I was trained to do, that and trust no one but myself.’

’So thats why you won’t come with me’ he whispers to himself.

’No I am not coming with you because your body language screams untrustworthy. That’s why’ I answer even though he wasn’t talking t me. I smile at him when he looks over at me ‘What?’ I ask innocently.

’I wasn’t talking to you.’ he replies.

’I don’t care I answered anyway.’ I say. He walks off and I walk after him refusing to let him see my limp ‘And where do you think your going mister?’

‘Away from you and your limp’ he pauses ‘Yeah I saw that too.’

‘I hate you.’ I say through gritted teeth,

’Yeah sure I don’t care.’ he says walking faster causing me to limp after him to keep up with him. When he turns down an alleyway he stops and I stand in front of him. When I do there is a sharp pain in my neck and my vision starts to go fuzzy and dark.

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