Round One: Victory!

The bounty hunter finally managed to gasp in some air which he let out in a moan, but he nodded as he did so. Kyle leaned in and grabbed the gun out of the man’s holster struggling slightly as it caught. Kyle looked at the man again, “Stay down and I won’t need to hurt you anymore. Move and I put a bullet in your head.”

Wide eyed, the man nodded.

Kyle looked over to see how Jessie was doing. She was fighting the same way she had been before. She was moving without any real skill, but almost too fast for the eye to follow. The bounty hunter was moving faster than he should have been as well, but still considerably slower than Jessie. He was on guard throwing a flurry of blocks. He had seemed to have noticed what Kyle had done because his face was set in a hard glare and he kept shooting glances at Kyle and trying to maneuver so he could get into a position to help. Jessie, perhaps wary from the time he’d thrown her was having none of it. The hall stank of vanilla, but Kyle thought he might be imagining that as it really made no sense. Perhaps the business man had decided to bake cookies in his kitchenette.

The threat to shoot the downed bounty hunter had been slightly empty. Kyle had fired a gun. Once he’d gone to a shooting range with some friends. He vaguely remembered their advice for hitting his target, but that was about the extent of his experience. Since the now downed bounty hunter hadn’t wanted to shoot them, Kyle thought his gun’s safety was probably still on. He looked at the side of the weapon and found a small lever. He flipped that down, and was rewarded as a small red dot was revealed. The safety was probably off.

He looked up. Jessie was fighting the increasingly desperate bounty hunter. The downed man was still down, he was twisting back and forth slightly, but that seemed to be from pain. The gun only had a trigger so it probably didn’t need cocked. Instead, Kyle put his right hand around the gun like he intended to hold and fire it but didn’t put his finger on the trigger, then he wrapped his left hand around that for stability. It seemed like about the same grip he’d used at the range. He kept it pointed at the floor.

He was about ten feet from where Jessie and the bounty hunter were fighting. He was fairly sure he could hit the man at that range though he didn’t like Jessie being so close to him.

“Jessie, back him against the wall behind him, then when I yell ‘Go’ you jump back and I’ll shoot him. Think you can do that?”

“Sure!” Jessie sounded eager and just a bit feral. Kyle wasn’t at all sure what was going on with her, and he wasn’t nearly as confident in his shooting ability as he was trying to sound.

“Wait! Stop! I surrender,” the bounty hunter yelled. Then he quit blocking and let Jessie land about three punches on his face before she caught herself and stepped back. The blows looked really painful, but they did prove his sincerity. That, Kyle thought, was a successful intimidation attempt.

“Alright, you stay very still.” He raised the gun pointing it directly at the man’s chest tucking his finger inside the trigger guard as he did so. Then walked closer. The bounty hunter stood very still. Kyle stopped when the extended gun was about four feet away from the man. “Jessie, he’s got a gun too. Kind of duck under my line of fire then slowly take it from him. Don’t block me at any point. If he twitches I’m going to shoot him immediately.”

Jessie nodded then did that, though she didn’t really move slowly. Kyle thought maybe the vanilla scent was coming from her. Maybe she had some sort of perspiration activated deodorant; if she did she needed to wear less of it. The bounty hunter seemed to be holding his breath. He definitely didn’t move.

Once they’d retrieved his weapon, they both backed away. Jessie fiddled with the gun she’d taken, presumably taking its safety off. Her grip looked a little bit more like what Kyle had seen on TV. He wasn’t certain if that meant she knew what she was doing and was being a bit more casual than he was, or if she was trying to use it based on what she’d seen on TV.

“We need to get out of here, but I don’t have anything to tie them up with,” Kyle said.

“Dude, this place is basically a prison. Lock them up in the room I was in.”

“Oh, yeah.” Kyle nodded then turned to face the bounty hunter who was still being very motionless against the wall. “You need to move your buddy over there to the room she was in. He’s hurt bad, hand and knee, try not to mess him up any worse. Don’t do anything stupid and you won’t get hurt. We’ll call the cops as soon as we’re away from here. They’re going to love this place.”

The bounty hunter gave a sharp nod and started to move toward his companion. Before he could get far, they were interrupted by a voice from down the hall. “None of that will be necessary. I was just watching, because I hoped they’d shoot you in the incompetent face.”

Kyle looked back down the hall and found exactly the last person he wanted to see: Thomas the Illusionist. He spoke without particularly thinking, “How did you get here?”

Fight!
Final Boss

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6 comments on “Round One: Victory!
  1. DeNarr says:

    [“Jessie, he’s got a gun to.]

    to=too

  2. AvidFan says:

    She was fighting the same way she been before.
    She was fighting the same way she ?had? been before.

    There was another sentence that was missing a word too, but I can’t find it again sorry. 🙁

    I can guess several responses to Kyle’s question off the top of my head…
    I never left.
    I’m an illusion.
    I can teleport.
    You’ve been here for half a day, it only took me half an hour to get back.
    I used a helicopter.
    Or he could just ask Kyle the same question.

    Can’t wait for the next page. 🙂

  3. A Nonny Mouse says:

    “reviled” -> “revealed”

    I’m really enjoying the story. 🙂

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