"Now pull back gently."
The sound of a gunshot rings through the night.
"How do you feel?"
"Honestly? I feel great. Surprisingly no guilt."
"That's only if you let yourself feel. Control your emotions." My sister tells me. We've been practicing on my shooting for the past 3 months. I can't say that I'm the best but I can say that I'm pretty damn good.
"Yea yea."
"Good job kid, I'm proud of you. Now come on. Grab his legs and we'll toss him in." I bend down to reach for his legs when a gleam catches my eye. My sister chuckles. "How many do you have now?"
"Uh... 13 now."
"You're so weird." Gemma teases.
"This coming from the girl with boxes filled with locks of hair." I fire back as she reaches for her knife in her back pocket.
"Okay first off, it's only one box. Secondly... Fuck you." Our laughs fill the site around us. "Alright alright. If you're done fucking around let's get our of here turd." We reach down ready to lift. Gemma has her arms hooked under his armpits and I have his legs. "On 3. 1..2..3!"
The body goes flying off the edge and into the dark waters. When his body hits the water I get the child and my eyes roll back. Good I love that feeling. It's better than sex..I think. I haven't even had sex yet but I don't think it could top this feeling I have now. It's an overwhelmingly sense of adrenaline and lust for life that makes me want to combust.
"Look at you getting off to this you little psychopath."
"Fuck you." I reply blushing trying to hide my uncontrollable smile. "I just..." I don't finish as I turn to make my way back to the car.
"Dany!" I turn in time to catch an object in my hands. I turn it over to see the shiny golden bronze that gleams even now in the moonlight. 'NYPD'. The badge reads. I run my fingers over the detailing as Gems walls over to me.
"Thanks Gems." I tell her.
"Anything for my baby sister." She tells me pinching my cheeks. "Come on I'm starving and our dearly beloved friend Deputy Lance Jones is treating."
We get into our car and drive down the secluded road none knew of; merging onto the main streets and then onto the freeway. On the opposite side police cars race down the freeway with the lights flashing and sirens blaring.
"Fucking idiots." Gemma mutters.
I turn on the radio for a nice distraction when 'What Makes You Beautiful' blares through the speakers. We side glance each other before we both bust out laughing and start to sing along.
"Oh oh oh! You don't know you're beautiful oh oh and that's what makes you beautiful... "
"God I hate that song." God I loved this song. Hahaha.