Alpha's Hunt - Chapter 19
23-07-25 (04:41)
19. You should brush your teeth
I stare wide-eyed at the shiny metallic object Luke is
holding out for me.
Mindlessly, very sure that I’m imagining things, I take
the gun from him. The cold metal presses against my
palm, its weight causing me a little difficulty but it’s
enough to tell me this is really happening.
“You said we should take the shortest path,” Luke
says, bringing me out of my thoughts “Then this is our
solution.”
“You’re going to teach me how to shoot?” I ask
breathlessly
Luke nods with a serious face “If you have any chance
of surviving the shorter paths, you’ll need all the fire
power you can manage.”
I look at the gun in my hands and then at Luke, willing
myself to keep my face straight and act dignified.
I start squealing.
“Oh my moon, oh my moon!” I grin like a manic while
rocking on my toes “This is really happening!”
“What?” Luke looks at me like I’m a talking ferret
“You have no idea what this means to me!” I fail to
stop grinning “It’s a long lost dream of mine to learn
how to shoot.”
“You? A shooter?” he raises his eyebrows
I know, I know. A short, talkative omega wishing to
be a shooter. But you cant blame me, I was obsessed
with cowboys.
“So how do we do this?” I ask eagerly
Luke starts explaining the proper way to hold a gun, to
load it, how to put the safety on and how to use a
silencer. I take in all the information, patiently waiting
for when we’ll move on to actual shooting.
We should’ve used a silencer before, but Luke only has
three and whenever we’ve needed to use guns, we
haven’t been fortunate to grab the ones who had the
silencer on.
Finally, the magic words leave Luke’s mouth;
“We should start practice now,”
I whoop as my hands shoot towards the sky, I whip
out the gun from the waistband of my jeans shorts
where' I’d put them a moment ago.
“Stand straight, with your feet apart.” Luke instructs
“We don’t have ammunition to waste so I put in pieces
of cork. They’re lighter than the bullets, but they’ll have
to do.”
I nod and do as I’ve been told, Luke’s voice reaches me
again “Keep your arms straight, one hand on the gun
and the other supporting your wrist so it stays straight.”
I aim at one of the trees directly in my line of sight
and pull the trigger.
I stumble back from the impact, though only a small
sound echoes in the air due to the silencer as the
aluminum foil clad cork flies towards the tree, the
white material giving me view of its path. It flies
straight past my target.
“The hell!” I narrow my eyes at nothing in particular “It
was supposed to hit the tree!”
“Of course I didn’t hit home,” Luke shakes his head
“You stumbled back and your hands flew upward.”
“How can I stop that from happening?” I ask
“Keep your feet firmly on the ground, maintain your
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