Part of me expected an outburst of laughter followed by a 'Yeah, like THAT'S gonna happen!'

But there's nothing.

"Well?" I say into the awkward silence. Aaaand nothing. He still says nothing in reply. We've been standing here quiet for about 5 minutes now, him staring at me in an almost condescending manner with his arms crossed. My confidence from the initial demand falters. Maybe asking for the guns wasn't such a good move?

"What makes you think," he begins, finally " That you have the right to ask for these weapons?" He asks me, not angrily but sounding almost intrigued.

"Well I'm glad you asked. See, dear Uncle," I start pacing and recounting,"I seem to recall that there's one thing you were very clear of, and that is, any gun I choose is eligible for me to use," I stop pacing and turn to face him, "Correct?"

He furrows his brow slightly and raises one eyebrow and starts "Yes. That is correct. However- "

I cut him short and start again, pacing, "and are The Two not, in fact weapons?" I ask Uncle Billy

He chuckles a bit and smiles at the ground then looks up at me, shaking his head slightly "Yes They are, in fact, Guns." At this point we've attracted a moderately sized audience to our discussion, as if it's smart to crowd around an argument at a shooting range.

"So then, dearest uncle of mine, what makes YOU think that I DON'T, in fact, have the right to ask for those weapons?" I stop in front of him and mirror his crossed arm stance

"Well then," He sounds almost shocked. He nods to me and walks out into the parking lot while i stand frozen with my arms crossed. He returns with a rather official looking attache case and places it on a table near our range. He clicks the latches and slowly opens the case, revealing two beautifully crafted guns. Both have swirl patterned steel at the barrels and along the bowed Blades. One with a charcoal black, grip with a polished with a soft white polished finish. The crowd around me, apparently avid Gun-Nuts, start rambling and muttering about how beautiful they are.

"Is that really The Two?" Asks a slightly familiar voice from behind me. I turn around to see the face of the The Mask salesman err- Gun Salesman from earlier, staring with a half impressed look on his. "Not much to look at. I expected more." He shrugs and continues watching my uncle's big production of opening the case.

These people looked like a bunch of kids waiting for someone to show a new video game, It was strange, really. Two people in specific looked almost hungry while he takes out the guns.

"How much would you want for some pieces like those?" Said the one in the leather jacket

"Not on the market, bub" says my uncle, not looking away from the case.

"Come on now, everythings got a price" says the guy in the Oversized coat.

"Not one you'd be willing to pay" my uncle responds in a plain casual tone and starts walking towards me. OH. YEAH. THATS RIGHT. I'M using them this time. He does some weird flick of his wrist and I hear a click. He hands me the rather heavy revolvers, one at a time and we walk over to the Firing line. For whatever reason, it feels like we're moving in slow motion. Maybe its cause I'm dramatic I guess. I aim down the sights with the gun in my left hand.

BANG!

The first gunshot erupts and echoes throughout the range. And also misses. By a mile. I fire two more shots that bury themselves in the wall far to the right of the Letter. I've only got 7 bullets in each gun and I just used 3. I'm just noticing that my hand is literally trembling. I look at my uncle to see if he notices it too only to find out he's no longer standing there. My breathing hikes up. Why are there so many damn people? And it's hot as balls. I'm here all alone... Hooooly hell whats up with this AC...the room starts getting a lot bigger and I'm getting a lot smaller. I start to panic until i feel a hand on my shoulder. I look over, expecting my uncle but I'm met with the counter attendant calmly holding my shoulder with one hand and focusing his attention on his pokegear in his hand, Playing FlapPidove.

"You're shaking like a leaf. Calm down boy, Jeez."

Part of me wants to ask who the hell this guy really is but it's overpowered by the part of me that is just glad I'm no longer alone in this crowd. With my social anxiety slightly releasing its grip on my throat, I turn to the crowd and speak.

"Could I get some damn space to work with?" I say, turning around and staring at a few people angrily. Most of the crowd cleared away, including the gun counter guy. Although I didnt see him walk away, oddly enough. But the... Two weirdos who had the hungry look earlier are still here. I disregard the creepish vibe that their depraved stares give me.

I continue attempting to hit the target, to no avail. 9 shots later, My uncle walks back to my side and I turn to see him scrutinizing my aim.

"Could I help you sir?" I look over my shoulder at him and ask

"You're off." Really? Where was this expertise the last few times?

"Oh thanks for being here now to tell me I'm wrong. Where were you when I was suffocating a few seconds ago?" I ask angrily towards my uncle "You know I dont do huge crowds! I almost had a panic attack!" I say in a highly angered tone.

"Whats got your panties all up your ass?" He asks, backing away slightly

"All i know is that this morning, I was running my daily hustle in the forest and I was ONCE AGAIN tazed by my uncle and now I'm at a shooting range trying to make the shot that will save me from doing military service, all the while, surrounded by weirdos. One of which, I'm PRETTY SURE is either a ghost or a ninja." I finish my exasperated rant and stare at my uncle who was simply nodding along the whole time.

"Sorry Unc." I take a deep breath in and look down at my feet. Once again wishing I could have Char at my side. My anxiety seeps away when he's here... I gotta get out of my own head.

"Got that outta your system?" He asks. I nod "Good, Now breathe. You have it in you. More so than you can see for yourself. Just relax and take the shot."

I sigh and shut my eyes tightly and slowly raise the gun to eye level. I open my right eye and line up the sights. Everything around me is quiet. The only thing I can't drown out is someone slurping from an empty soda cup. I look over my shoulder slightly to see the dude from the gun counter, relentlessly sucking down an extra large drink from Burger Kingdra. He looks over and abruptly stops slurping.

"Oh. Did you want some?" He asks, holding the empty cup towards me. I turn my eyes back to the envelope, sitting the full 300 meters out

"You need to dip down just a bit. Only a pinch." He points out

"Would you shut up? You aren't even looking at the target." I turn and say to him. At this point I'm more annoyed than confused or scared by his existence.

"You say that but you know you're gonna take my advice." He was right, unfortunately. For whatever reason, I decided to listen to the strange man and aimed so that i was shooting just below the envelope.

"That's more like it." He still hasn't looked up from his phone but whatever.

I lock my arms in this position and hold my breath. I can hear my heartbeat slow almost immediately and I instinctively raise the gun in my left, very slowly for whatever reason. I squeeze the triggers in sequence, first right then left.

BANG... BANG

Each one, I only fire with once but It's enough.

I watch the bullets travel almost as if it's moving frame by frame. The bullets move in tandem, steaming towards the letter. Only... they're both far off! The first hits the edge of the targeting stand, penetrating the concrete and ricocheting off of the rebar, flying at a slightly modified angle and nudging the tail of the second bullet, just slightly. So much for listening to random bystanders After seeing this ordeal, I shut my eyes, release my breath and everything resumes a normal speed.

"That was..." My uncle trails off. I haven't checked how badly I missed yet but I'm sure it's somewhere between a foot and a mile.

"Insane" He finishes. I look up to see what made a missed shot so crazy and find out

I made it...

I MADE THE SHOT!

I look over to where the attendant sat a split second ago but now he's gone. Whatever, I MADE IT! THE CAR IS MINE!

"THE CAR IS MINE!" I mock towards my uncle after returning Zeus and Leto to the case. He smiles and shakes his head wearily.

"Well, a deal's a deal. Let's go home I guess." He says, grabbing the attache case and making his way towards the exit.

"Wait just one second. I'll see you at the car" I say, turning around before I leave. I run and grab the letter from the target stand. I'll read it when I get home.

I Grab charmander and Hop in shotgun of my uncle's squad car.

"Get comfortable, Ethan. We're taking the long way to my house."

"Cool. Fine by me, gives me more to gloat on Socialgram." I say happily

"You remind me of myself when I was your age." Says my uncle, sounding like he's a hundred years old. "Those were the days..." The car starts and he begins to reminisce about his active duty time.

And there you have it, Ethan actually made the shot! Not the way you expected that to go? Me neither, quite honestly.

A/N: Whats up with that shooting range attendant guy? Is he psychic or something? Or maybe he just really knows guns... Who knows

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