WHEN DEATH COMES KNOCKING

VINCENZO'S POV

"That's too loud" she screamed at me, her hands pressed over her ears that were covered by earmuffs.

It was probably 9 pm already but I had brought her out here because I needed to get a few shots before midnight.

Ignoring her complaints, I raised my gun, targeting the target that I had set up here before I pulled the trigger, smiling when it hit exactly where I wanted it to.

"Vincenzo!" She yelled again, standing a few feet away from me, her eyes wide.

"What?" I frowned, pulling out the magazine of the rifle and sighing seeing that I had used the ammo up.

We were at the front yard of the cabin, the lights of the house illuminating the yard where we stood while the looming forest ahead was silent, dark, and eerie.

"That's too loud!" She said, her voice turning hoarse from minutes of screaming and shouting.

It was a bit funny to see her like this and I was getting a rise out of it more than I probably should.