looking down the barrel

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: December 27, 2017

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Looking up at the barrel of the gun it looked huge, big enough to stick my head into.  I was on my knees with my hands behind my head and my friend was holding the gun.  Well I guess we weren’t friends anymore since he was about to blow my head off.  It took all my will power to look beyond the barrel at his smirking face.  “Well Joey you were warned.  Guess this is it.”  His finger tightens on the trigger and … nothing.  He laughs.  “Forgot to take the safety off.”

 

As I saw his finger move to flick off the safety I move.  I would love to say I wasn’t scared shitless, but I had just dumped a big brown stinky one in my pants.  I grabbed his hand holding the gun with both of mine and used it as a lever to pull myself to my feet.  I came up slamming the top of my head into his face.  As I got my feet under me he tried to pull back, but I kept a hold of his hand and the gun as I followed him.  He slammed his free hand into my side and I grunted from the impact, but I wasn’t leaving go.

 

I tried to twist the gun from his hands and got another shot to the ribs for my trouble.  I saw a stool behind him and pushed him into it.  We both went down, him from tripping and me because I wouldn’t leave go of his hand.  He grunted as I landed on top of him and I headbutted him again.  His nose was leaking blood, it wasn’t going to kill him, but I bet it hurt.  He slammed his free hand into my side again and again.

 

I left go with left hand and punched him hard in the side, just below the ribs.  His breath came out in a groan and I felt his grip on the gun loosen just a bit.  I gave him a couple short hard punches in the side, but just as he was about to lose hold of the gun he pulled his hand free of mine.

 

I grabbed his arm again with both hands and slammed his hand onto the cement floor.  That broke his grip and the gun went sliding away.  I slammed my forehead into his nose again and was rewarded with blood gushing out of it.  He slammed a fist into my mouth and I tasted blood.  We laid there on the floor trading blow for blow until he got a lucky punching in and I started seeing stars.

 

I shook my head trying to clear it as he scrambled for the gun on all fours.  I flung myself at him, wrapping my arms around his waist.  He wasn’t able to crawl anywhere with me hanging on, so I pulled myself up his body.  I pushed off of him and threw myself at the gun.  My fingers brushed the butt of the gun as he grabbed my ankles and pulled me back.  I kicked at him as I stretched out trying to grab the gun.  My foot connected with his face and he left go.  I crawled over to the gun and snatched it up.  I roll over as I flicked the safety off.

 

The click of the safety being clicked off pulled me from my day dream.  “Come on Stu, I made on mistake and…”  His finger tightened on the trigger.



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