There was little thought to the man beside him, he was used to running with a crowd of inexperienced welps, and he figured that he would understand it sooner than later than it was shoot or be dead. As their leader crumpled to the floor, Giano already had his gun on the next. There was a second of shock as the man died, without a breath, little did they know that within moments he was dead. Head shots at this distance where lethal on penetration. Tricks you learn when you’re in the business he supposed.
It was in that second that things turned, and the realization that one of their own was now dead that sparked anger. Before long, the air erupted into gunfire. Well used to this, Giano ducked behind a tree while he shot another in the chest. He always loathed westerns and this was feeling more and more like an old school shootout. It was noisey and unneeded. Numb to everything aside from the gunfire he counted firing sound, only revealing himself when he knew they were pausing.
In the back of his mind, he remembered there was another man, and that thought resonated as he heard a groan among the gunfire, uncertain if it was an enemy or the boy-man he brought along who had nervously talked his ear off the whole day. A sigh left his lips. He hoped he wasn’t dead. That would be inconvenient, and injured would be even more so. He didn’t seem like the kind to take a bullet wound well. Giano had been shot before, and it was not nearly as fine as the movie made it seem. It hurt like hell, and it was much more dangerous than they liked to show. He had been in the hospital for a few weeks, his wrist cuffed the bed while they investigated him.
He was ultimately turned loose, twenty-three and that wasn’t the first blood he’d spilled. No, he was seventeen when he killed his first man. Oddly, he did not even get sick. A testament to how much of a monster he was. Then, Giano had been fighting in school since he was thirteen, already a good clip bigger than the other boys, they always tried to pick fights with him. While his little brother seemed to look for fights, Giano had been the giant who slumbered, until provoked. He still somewhat was, even if right now he was trigger happy.
Andy, as embarrassing as it was, pretty much jumped out of his skin when the shots began to ring out, the bullets flying across the clearing as his companion practically darted behind a tree, leaving Andy floundering on his own for a moment in the middle of the crossfire, before he came to his senses and tried to copy, heading for a tree nearby.
A groan slipped from his lips as he felt a sharp pain in his chest, and he looked down, trying to locate the reason why, though he had a pretty good idea as to why he was suddenly in so much pain. Spotting the blood starting to spread across his shirt, Andy fought back the urge to scream, the sight just making the pain worsen.
His body dropped to the ground and he began to crawl towards cover, considering how easy it would have been to take him out at that moment, his defences completely lowered, his entire energy focused on making it to relative safety. Reaching the cover of the tree, Andy sat behind it, trying to remain calm, using one hand to put pressure on his wound, the other hand holding the gun he had borrowed, his finger squeezing the trigger, the gun pointed at the enemy, Andy not even sure if he was hitting anything. Of course he had to get shot, of course.
