Chapter 29: Target Practice
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Tyloric set the cans up along the table on the back yard, 25 In all. Tyloric had a strange way of blowing off emotions, he shot stuff, not people of course, objects that were cold and lifeless…… like him self. He took the gun from it's hoister and aimed and fired. BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG. He hit them all in the middle.
"Fantastic aim" someone stated. Tyloric guessed right away it was his father.
"Well you are my father after all" Tyloric replied.
"Yes, that is true isn't it?" He joked.
Tyloric hid a grin behind his high collars "Don't let it go to you're head" Tyloric chuckled.
"Awww, ruin my fun"
Tyloric rolled his eyes.
"So whats on you're mind?"\
"What?"
"Don't give me that, I used to shoot things to, to get my mind off things. What's up?"
"Lot's of things..."
"Liiiiike?"
"Why I came back here... I've been wondering lately if I was brought back to this time period for a reason..."
"Don't dwell on it. You're here so you'll find out soon enough"
"I guess..."
Vincent went inside.
Tyloric lay down on the smooth soft grass with one knee propped up and both hands behind his head. The sun's rays shone down on him and warmed and relaxed his tight tense muscles. He brushed a stray hair behind his ear, then closed his eyes and let sleep take him.
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AN:
SO I'm having writers block! I just write stuff like this so people won't think I'm not trying =( please review!