Angel with a Shotgun
Sven and train stood face to face with their next bounty, a high paying goblin like man with skin that could burn like fire.
"Train, be careful," Sven muttered quietly.
"Right," came the reply.
And so it began.
"Train! Look out!" Sven shouted.
Train dodged in time for a fist to go wooshing by his head. Then the target laughed.
"My skin burns like fire. That means you cant touch me. But I can touch you!" he laughed, hysteria clear in his voice.
The maniac lunged and Train's hand went to his gun.
BANG!
The sound echoed through the room and the target went flying backwards, bleeding freely from a bullet wound in his knee.
"Nice shot, Train," Sven said as the struggled to get up.
"That wasn't me," Train said slowly.
"Nope. It was me," a female voice said from the rafters.
A slender woman leapt from the rafters and drop kicked the target in the face as he tried to get up, sending him into the concrete. She landed on her bare feet, perfectly unharmed, and turned to face them, a large black shotgun propped on her shoulder. She walked over to them and they noticed the black wings expanding from her back.
"Who and what are you?" Sven asked as he looked her over. She had short black hair that hung into purple her eyes with a single blue streak down the middle. Her wings weren't too big but big enough to fly with. She was slender and held her shotgun like she'd been handling it for years, and she probably had.
"My name is Angel, and I'm a sweeper. I was experimented on as a kid and that's where the wings came from. I'm also resistant to and can control fire," she replied in a matter-of-fact voice. Then she turned back to the target and aimed the gun at his other knee.
"You will come peacefully or I'll drag your sorry hot potato ass in," Angel growled intimidatingly, causing Sven and Train to take a few steps back.
The target simply laughed.
"As if I'd go with a weak little girl like you," he spat mockingly.
"Wrong answer," she hissed, pulling the trigger.
BANG!
The target roared in pain and fury as the bullet pierced his good knee, ripping through muscles and tendons and crushing bones, disabling the target's ability to walk. Angel dashed at him and flared her wings, kicking him in the face, sending him head first into the wall, and knocking him out. She strapped her gun to her back and grabbed the back of the target's shirt, dragging him over to the two gawking men.
"We should collect this bounty before he wakes up," she said flatly, walking past them and dragging the unconscious target behind her.
Not wanting to be left behind, Train and Sven scurried after her.
hey guys! Satin'sLittleDemoness here! I hope you liked the first chapter of Angel with a Shotgun. The title was inspired by the song Angel with a Shotgun by The CAB. You guys should listen to it. Leave a review and I'll see you next chapter!
Angel: holds up a peace sign*
-Satin'sLittleDemoness out!