A/N: Well, hello, people who are reading this story! I just realized that my ANs on the last chapter were deleted, so instead of going back and fixing it (because I am technologically incapable), I just decided to post another chapter! Woo hoo! Read and enjoy. Or not, but... in either case, read!
The earth jolts under my feet as all three hundred pounds of lupine muscle smack to the ground. I look at the hunk of flesh on the ground, and then at the gun in my hand. My grip slackens, and my only weapon slips to the fallen leaves around me.
"Oh. My. GOSH! Did I kill him? Is he dead? Oh my gosh, I didn't mean to kill him!" Feeling like Dorothy meeting the munchkins, I turn to the teens that had alighted beside me. "I am so sorry! I just thought- and then the gun… and… the… I didn't mean to kill him!"
"You didn't," says a tough and gritty voice from behind me. "You shot him in the wing; knocked him out." The person the voice belongs to walks around to stand in front of me. "You're a good shot. Ever held a gun before?" I shake my head, cowering in fear before the seven foot tall block of muscle. As if to make me feel better, it shifts back to human form, and I recognize him as Josh, one of the most popular seniors.
A new, feminine voice speaks, and I turn to see Christy, a flyer for our cheerleading squad. "If that's what she can do without ever picking up a gun before, imagine what she'd be like if we got her to the School."
School? What school? I don't have much time to contemplate, because one of the smaller bird kids is talking. "You can't have her. We want her!" The oldest bird kid girl, a tall dirty blond, hisses something like, 'What the hell, Gazzy?' But I'm not really listening. Instead I'm looking at the form on the ground, the mass of powerful fists and sharp teeth that is going to be really, really pissed at me, waking up.
I try to think. Where did I hit him? There is blood all over his wing, but that doesn't help me much. If only I could knock him out again…. Then there is a voice. I look around our little group, trying to find the speaker, but all I see are the seniors and the bird kids staring each other down. The voice comes again. In the wing, right where it connects to the shoulder. I don't know what the voice is, or why on earth I've suddenly lost my mind, but I have approximately five seconds until Zane wakes up, so I work on instinct.
I run forward, scooping up the gun as I go. I stop, and without even taking aim, fire. But I know my shot was off even before the bullet left the gun. It's going to completely miss him, and that can't happen. I won't get another chance. I find myself praying inside, hoping, even though it's impossible. I close my eyes. There's a sharp twist in my gut, and I gasp out loud. My eyes fly open. As if in slow motion, I see the bullet do a complete u-turn and burrow itself into Zane's shoulder. His scream of pain mixes with the roars of outrage from his teammates. They turn to me, once again changing into dog men, whipping open wings and stalking toward me.
And once again, the voice speaks to me. You know what you have to do. "Well, that's very helpful, thank you!" I reply, pissed. But I do know. Pointing the pistol into the air, I fire off one shot for each dog person. Then I drop the gun. Josh-dog laughs.
"Well done, Blackhead. Very good job. You've successfully scared off a flock of birds. Now what's your brilliant plan?"
"This." I search for the string I felt earlier, the one that tied me to the bullet I fired. I yank on the bullets, once again feeling the gut wrenching pain but I ignore it. Slowly, carefully, I tell each bullet what I want it to do. They listen.
A/N: Well, that was short. Which will probably never happen again, so don't get used to it. :) See y'all next time!
Joke of the Chapter:
Me: Hey, you know why I carry pepper spray?
Random Person in my School: Why?
Me: I case of assault. Mwahahaha!
