First Night on the Town part 7

This didn’t go so well. The gun shoved in my face almost seems to say, “No duh”. Like I’ve said before, Billy’s biggest weakness is his ego. I have to work to that. Looking Billy straight in the eye, I force myself to relax, and ask, “Do I look like a lawyer to you, bullets for brains? Or are you afraid you’ll miss?” I add a slight laugh at the end just to enrage him even little more.

After a second, Billy lets out a dry laugh, “Big mouth for a dead man, but I’ll show you,” and starts to walk backwards. As soon as he’s a foot away from me, I throw up my shield and take aim.

A look of surprise crosses Billy’s face as the tangle net shots out at him. He fires randomly as it engulfs him. Letting out a laugh, and the breath I had been holding, I look at him and say, “Always wanted to triggerman.” I need to work on my material. At least the shield worked, I didn’t have a plan b.

Swiftly taking the empty gun from him, I toss it over with the others. As I drag the netted, struggling, and cursing Billy across the roof, I start to think that this might not be such a bad idea. The Victor most of made some mistakes in his early career, so I’m got to be allowed a few mess-ups, right?

I toss my former best friend down the fire escape and watch as he rolls down the stairs before landing in the dumpster under it. Shouting after him I say, “If anyone asks, you were caught by The Protector.” I silently add, “That’s for Ursula, you bullet crazed buffoon.”

Turning around, I look over the pile of guns. I can’t leave these here, but do I have to touch them? Just the thought of handling those things gives my goose bumps. The only reason I could touch the peashooter was out of reflex. I can’t just leave them here. I slowly walk over to the pile and try to convince myself its not going to come to life.

Grabbing one of the handguns, my mind explodes with a voices and sounds from past. “Batter up, bullet for brains.” A shotgun firing. A woman’s scream. A fight. Metal hitting metal. Sirens. Finally the ever-calm voice of The Victor enters my mind, “Your family needs help, get over yourself and do something. I know you can.” Snapping out of my trace, I find the guns broken down to their basic lying in a pile in front of me. Five years ago, I decided to fight to late. I can’t do that again.

Getting ready to stuff the gun parts into the shield’s hidden compartment, I’m suddenly hit with a feeling of dread. Why was Billy up here in the place? Scanning the rooftop, my dread turns to horror as I see the duffel bag in the corner with a sniper rifle set up right next to it. Scooping up the gun parts, I run over and dump them into the open bag. Please tell me I wasn’t too late.

I lie down and try to look through the scope without touching the gun. I let out a slight, “What the…” as I see what looks like a black gargoyle screaming towards me. I know I’m in trouble because the Gargoyle is growling “Assassin!!!” at the top of its lungs.