Okay, question.
Who here has seen The Equalizer? You know, the one with Denzel Washington? The super cool action movie?
Well, if you haven't, you should really watch it. Especially since most of my inspiration for this story comes from that movie.
WARNING!
In this story, there will be a bit of swearing, as well as some hinted abuse. If you're too young to be reading this stuff (I don't know why you're even on this site in the first place) STOP READING RIGHT NOW. If you read an further, I will personally come and whoop your tiny baby behinds. Now scram.
OKay, now that that's done, please, let's continue.
This story takes place in an Alternate Universe. Sabrina and Puck have never met before, and Puck is in an EverAfter mafia-type gang. Sabrina is just an ordinary curious, in-the-wrong-place-at-the-wrong-time girl. Puck may seem a bit OOC, but I'm basing is personality on what he's been through, which will be later on revealed in the story. Sabrina, I guess, will be the same: distrusting, quick witted and sharp-mouthed.
So yeah.
DISCLAIMER: Umm, yeah. We already know this part, so let's just skip ahead, shall we?
:)
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"Shoot her."
It wasn't a question, or an answer.
It was a command.
The gun shook as Puck held it up to the young girl's temple. He was shivering all over, although he couldn't tell when that had started.
Sometime after his boss had handed him the gun, most likely.
He couldn't bring himself to pull the trigger. Couldn't bring himself to send a bullet whizzing through this innocent girl's head. He wasn't like these people. He wasn't a murderer, a monster. He was normal, at least that's what he wanted to be. But of course, normal wasn't something you could be in the EvereAfter Gang. The EA required specific expertise, people with unique capabilities and fighting skills. People who wouldn't give a second thought to sending someone to their death.
And if he hoped to survive, then he would have to do just that.
But he couldn't; wouldn't. His mind just wasn't capable of shooting a human being, especially since that human being had just been taken advantage of, and was now tied to a chair in this dimly lit room, surrounded by less than a dozen EA gang members, awaiting her death.
And he was the one expected to kill her.
The gun was small, a simple A4 Magnum. One single twitch of his finger would send the projectile shooting through the air, and in a matter of seconds, his target would be dead, and his test would be over.
So why couldn't he do it?
Maybe it was because he never signed up for this. He didn't want to be part of a group of twisted men who raped women just for fun and then killed them. He didn't want to be standing in this dank room, in this abandoned house, being watched by numerous sets of eyes as he pointed a gun at someone's head.
He didn't want to have to end someone's life.
Puck could feel his boss' eyes on the back of his neck. His boss was a simple man; a perfectionist. If he shot this girl quickly and kept it neat, his boss would be pleased. If he took his time and made a mess, he might just as well end up on the floor with that girl.
Fir a split second, he thought about saying no. He thought about turning around and tossing the gun at his boss' feet. He thought about walking out the door and leaving all this madness, all this lunacy, behind.
But Charming didn't take no for an answer.
And if he knew what was good for him, Puck would do as he was told. Stepping out of line was not acceptable in a place like this, surrounded by people such as these. One single mistake, one slip up, and you were done for. It didn't matter how good you were at doing your job, or how highly you were ranked; loyalty was always number one on your list.
Puck took a deep breath.
In through the nose, out through the mouth.
Once.
Twice.
Breathe. Just breathe.
He forced himself to look at the girl bound in front of him. She was no older than seventeen, her long brown hair tangled and limp. Her nose was broken, dried blood seeping onto her pale skin and dripping onto her neck. Her dark eyes were dull and lifeless, no longer supporting any form of light. She looked fragile, broken.
Puck knew that if he refused to follow Charming's instructions, he would end up exactly like this girl.
Maybe even worse.
No, not maybe. Definitely.
And so he closed his eyes, and for a split second he felt the gun slip from his sweaty hand, but after a moment he managed to gain control over it. His heart was thumping so loud in his chest, he found it hard to believe that the entire room was not aware of how loud it was beating.
He took another deep breath, and with his eyes closed, he pulled the trigger.
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