Long time no see ! This was written a long time ago, I just didn't have the courage to type it donw. Shame on me. By the way thanks to the reviewers !
Don't worry AmericasHeroes, your idea has been taken into account.
Prompt given by SpitfireUSN
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Flight: The motion of an object in or through a medium, especially through the earth's atmosphere or through space.
He was at it again. He didn't speak much, but when he felt like it … well, what an excruciating time.
"I can't believe this happened!"
"It's no big deal, calm down."
"No big … are you mental?! The bullet went straight through two soldiers' head!"
"You're the one out of your mind. Of course it happens, it's called accuracy." Hesh was slowly losing his patience in front of his brother's passion. How could someone be so silent on missions then start talking people's ears off? It went against most of his scientific knowledge - which was poor – and his convictions. Maybe he was possessed? Or victim of some sort of chemical imbalance? He scratched his head.
"You're way too old to get excited over something like that." Merrick's harsh tone interjected, enough to cut off Logan's rant … "Besides, Keegan is the best." … except it only fired him more.
"Exactly! He just became so much more awesome!" He exclaimed and just felt the need to wave his fork around, spilling sauce on the table. Merrick eyed the stains with disgust.
"Thanks kid, but you might be overreacting." Keegan's wise input completely filtered through Logan's brain, leaving only the first words of praises intact. His smile creepily stretched like a Cheshire cat, his eyes growing the size of saucers, all the while looking like an overly joyful Asian boy.
Keegan stiffened a bit at the weird expression, Merrick's hand twitched and Hesh cringed and uttered a simple "Fanboy". The fork trembled some more. Then he was back to talking and reciting feats of different soldiers he met. An act that could only be described as … fanboying.
The fork, speared through a piece of meat, drew patterns in the air as Logan continued his story with great enthusiasm. Hesh was seriously worrying about the way he was handling it: like an out of control weapon. The lunatic and inspired look in his brother's eyes didn't help calm his nerves: he just resembled a psychotic preacher. He followed his brother's movements, a frown marring his face. Merrick had long since tuned him out, only Keegan half listened to him with a glass of water in hand.
"… and in a second, he took out his knife and threw it with absolute accuracy!" He acted out his words, striking out the hand holding his fork towards Merrick, picking him as the enemy.
Flying was the best way to describe it. The piece of meat flew, with a perfect trajectory that would put a bullet to shame. It twisted and spun in the air, leaving a trail of sauce behind. Stunned but focused gazes followed the projectile, gradually morphing into expressions of horror the closer it got to its target.
Splish. Spot on. Time froze as the sauce dribbled from Merrick's cheek in an almost sensual way … if only he didn't sport such a murderous gonna-fuck-you look. Fortunately, Logan had the decency to look sheepish; Hesh covered his mouth in mortification - or trying not to laugh - and Keegan didn't try to hide his amusement.
Three. Two. One. Pop.
Logan promptly left the room with Merrick hot on his heels, a combat knife raised above his head.
"I never expected food to travel with such precision." Keegan commented in a serious, expert-like tone. "Such speed, such balance … I am truly impressed."
Madness was quickly interrupted by Hesh's scandalized exasperation. "You must be kidding, right?"
"No."
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