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Things for my muse to react to!

"I didn't want to either but I'm here aren't I? Get your butt up and let me in! I have fruit and yogurt and I want to use your bowls to make me a fruit salad. I demand it in the name of Gandalf."

With little care that her reasoning made little sense the younger female stood unrelenting at Natalie's door. Only she gave up her demands in the name of something more important, her voice softening.

{ txt: Natalie } 😂 😂

Send me ‘✂’ and my muse will kill yours. Right now. Brutally, horribly, bloody. Just do it.

               Bang bang, he shot me down

The first bullet Archie fired had been an accident entirely. The gun sat in his hand, weighing down heavy with a fully loaded clip. He’d been irate, no doubt, but the pistol had been implemented as a possible scare tactic, rather than carrying a mere inkling of intent to harm. A slip of his finger, and a single round pierced Natalie’s frame; digging a hole through the greater part of her left thigh.  With the close proximity came a greater wound; the bullet tearing what looked to be pulsing cavern of  flesh and blood. 

               Bang bang, I hit the ground

His initial shock waned within the first few moments, Archie’s lack of both morality and ability to feel remorse quickly getting the better of him. It was nearly ironic how such a deadly action could be acted upon in whims such as these, for when Archie clicked back on the trigger a second time, it had been intended. Almost craved.  Natalie crumpled to the dark-stained wooden floor; the severity of her injuries clearly unknown as of yet, with her lips parting to sound out a deep and steady groan, an anger laced through her efforts. This time, it had been her shoulder. 

               Bang bang, that awful sound

By the third, it had become some form of a sickeningly romantic melody. Each bullet fired struck a chord with Archie, composing a serenade meant and understood only by him. He wore traces a grin, drunk off the commonly known intoxication that came with firing bullets. He felt powerful, in control. Both things Archie yearned for through every day he spent breathing. Natalie’s stomach now boasted a bleeding would. 

               Bang bang, my baby shot me down.

The fourth shot, the final shot, had been the one to end Natalie’s life. It was with this that memories of their friendship sparked in the back of Archie’s conscious. Fond recollections tugged at his heart-strings just as his index curled for the last time; firing a pistol round dead center into the skull of his fallen friend, marking between the eyes. It was then, when her shaken sobs drifted into silence, when the streaming blood ceased to spurt, when all traces of living had faded, that his regret suddenly stepped in place. 

He trusted her, and he had betrayed that.