TW: GUN VIOLENCE, MAJOR CHARACTER HARM
Before Kim could utter another single word Amber had their gun trained on her body, eyes narrowed and ginger on the trigger. Kim Stood defiantly as if she did not fear death, why would she when her life without Saul was not worth living? Amber stood slowly, gun still aimed, and cautioned, "Who even are you?"
Kim bared her teeth which were fangs making Amber stutter with the gun for a second, taken aback. "I'm the wife of the man your client killed. Your client right over there," Kim said in a super depressed way pointing at Ted.
"So you are white...Keep your hands up!" Amber barked angrily. Jack and Ted watched this encounter listlessly.
Jack shittfed uncomfortably, feeling uncomfortably with the idea of Amber owning a gun. "Amber, didn't the cops confiscate your handgun after the incident?" THEY pipped up uncomfortably.
"I have a dealer," Amber explained, never taking her midnight goth dark cherry-blood eyes off amber. She paced around the blond like a shark circling prey. Kim gulped as Amslur continued, "Listen, lady. My client is innocent, I would know."
"Then who took my husband? Where did they put him? Where is he put?!" Kim shouted so loudly that the ground shook, objects fell from shelves, framed photos shattered, and Jack's ears bled.
"We smoked him, just like we're gonna smoke you" Wailed Amber… And then she pulled the trigger.
The sound of the gunshot was almost as loud as Kim's scream. The smoke from the chamber was bright red, blurring everything in its path. Amber was thrown back from the force, unable to see where the bullet landed. But it didn't matter...
"AAARGH, FUCK!" Jack cried in pain, "YOU SHOT ME!"
As the evil midnight blood dark red dust from the chamber of the gun settled Amber saw what she had done. Everything that she had done. On the ground in front of Kim lied Jack… they were shot… in the stomach. The blood was so much. Kim stood behind them on the ground unmoving.
"OMFG I think the bullet went right through Jack and into Kim!" Ted yeled horrid. They rushed over to little Jack and scooped them into their arms. Amber crumpled to the ground, she saw nothing but red.
"Why... Why did you jump in front of the bullet, Jack? WHY?" AMBER wanted to cry but she couldn't. Demons can't cry.
"Amber… it's okay. I don't blame you." Jack said, flopping over in a dead way.
Ted smaked them across the face, "You're fine. Let's go to the hospital."
"OK." Jack nodded. (They were fine.)
Amber got up to pull the Bugatti around and drive everyone to the emergency room. As she passed Kim grabbed at her leg desperately. "Take me too… please."
Amber smiled, eyes now the reddest bloodiest darkest gothiest they had ever been, "You want to see your husband so bad? Now you will. Now you will." There was a distant explosion punctuating Amber's sentence. She put her sunglasses back on and pried Kim's weak ladyboy hands off her Dior pants.
"You won't get away with this BTW…" Mumbed kim, and then she died.
"Of course I will. I'm a Lawyer."