The Battle Of The Quickest
The deafening sound of a bullet snapping from a barrel has brought a sting to my ears. It has left the room with nothing but dead silence, with air so thick that it is near impossible to breathe. Have I achieved what I have come to set out?
Well, no.
And it is fucking annoying.
I was mere seconds close to blowing this man's brains all over his marble kitchen counter, but with one rather sloppy hand, he managed to miss my shoulder by only inches.
Taking my stance, I look at him with only but a smirk on my face. "You are going to pay for that."
I watch as he stands only but a few inches away from me, with hands by his side; I hear the most hideous laughter coming from his mouth. "Oh, what are you going to do, Foster? You know what I am, how do you think you are going to kill me?"