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An Eye for a Bullet Chapter 17
Looking through my closet, I try to see if anything else might be appropriate in wearing to the party. I heard from Ves that pretty much all of the kids in our grade are invited. Not a lot being in our grade might be the reason behind it. I'm wearing a light blue button-up shirt that hugs my torso lightly and my white khakis. I don't know what to exactly wear to this type of gathering. It's a birthday party, so that could mean somewhat formal. But from what I've observed some of the teens doing and wearing these days, it might be something else. They might be wearing jeans and ripped t-shirts. I don't know. I close my closet and walk over to my bed. On it are my trusty Ruger and a birthday present. Well, two presents. I know from our junior year that Dane likes the color red. A lot. But besides that, I don't know anything that he likes. He seems to adore working out, and art. So I bought him a can of red oil paint and a matching red hoodie. His size I roughly guessed, but I t
An Eye for a Bullet Chapter 18
The air is moving, and the humidity has dropped into a sweet summer night's dampness that clings a bit to my skin. But because of the lack of heat, it makes it much more bearable. Dane leads me across the patio where a few kids are sitting around and picks a spot with two seats that face the huge back yard. Trees line the far end of it, and I can see some of the mountains that surround Lonewood. The darkness of the sky is nothing to that of the mountains, and I can see the jagged outline of the peaks. Sitting down, I take a sip of the cool water from the mug. It soothes my somewhat thirsty throat and gives some satisfaction. "I didn't think that you would actually come to my party," remarks Dane. I turn to look at him. He stares back. "Why?" "Well," says Dane as he shifts in his seat. He grabbed a coke from the fridge and opens the can, taking a sip. "You don't strike me as somebody who goes to parties." "I've been to parties." "And not to mention how cold you ar
An Eye for a Bullet Chapter 19
After arriving home, I made sure to check all the locks on my apartment, as well as my inventory of weapons. I managed to bring several boxes of the .380 bullets that are the size for my gun, and there's also a stash of guns that was in the apartment. A shotgun, one machine gun, and also a generous amount of munitions. It's more than enough to protect myself.Pulling out my Ruger, I also pull out the spare gun from under my bed, where it's stashed with my file with the compromising information. The only link to my former career. The spare is hardly used, whereas the one I pulled out from my pocket is weathered and old.Scratches crisscross the stock, and the two sights are somewhat scratched. But the top is still intact, so I can still aim. I pull out the magazine and see that there still the six bullets in it. Good.Snapping it back in, I set the gun back down and check my spare gun. It's loaded. I also check the multiple guns in the metal suitcase that is painted black. They're load
An Eye for a Bullet Chapter 20
"Perfect. Now, as I was saying, everybody must turn to face the front of the classroom at all times, and there is to be no talking whatsoever. And please note that if you break any of these rules once, you will have to serve detention. And Mr. Kelson, because you've done so, I expect you to attend detention tomorrow at lunch break. Don't be late!" he says with a wink. I hear a collective gasp from the class. I just sit for a moment thinking about what I should do. Shoot this bastard in the head? I will do it. If he pushes any more, I will. He probably doesn't even have a teaching license. Used his influential capabilities to land his turd-ass in that position. Sicko. Used money to get himself a fake position. It's repulsive, how he thinks he can use his cash to get whatever he wants. Maybe he doesn't know that it just makes him even more fake. An animal without any brains. But I just sit and grip my desk, glaring at his ugly face. He smiles and moves on. The rest of the cla
An Eye for a Bullet Chapter 21
Art. The only subject that I struggle in. Everything else? No problem! I can ace a math quiz, read a book and write an essay that will get me a passing grade, and define the concepts of economics without breaking a sweat.But when it comes to looking at something and drawing it, something doesn't happen right. I tried to practice more during summer break, but unfortunately, I didn't get much progress.Walking into art for the first time this year two days ago, I promised myself that maybe there's hope for me to get a passing grade, like last year. But as the teacher came in and began to explain what we'll be doing and the level required to do it, I felt a rock sink in my stomach.Abe seemed to think that too. We both looked down at our sketchbooks that are filled with literal crap. Maybe I can make an excuse saying it's a new type of art. But something tells me even the placid teacher will see right through it.And Dane is sitting at our table, so he's going to be breathing down my ne
An Eye for a Bullet Chapter 22
Thinking of how maybe tomorrow, or the day after that I'll be going on a date has me feeling somewhat bubbly inside. I have this wonderful warmth inside my chest. I've never been in the type of situation where I could even think of dating. Being a cadet meant all forms of fraternization was banned. There were a few kids who did it, and they got booted out.I do think though that I ought to not be carefree about this endeavor I'm embarking on. I've never been in a real love relationship. I've been in fake ones, where I seduced men and made them think I was a plaything they could dine on in bed. But that was all because I knew that I could shoot their brains out. I could do anything and show any part of my body and still be able to go through with being with them.But for Dane, somethings different. It must be the fact that I won't be able to just wipe him away from my past, because he'll be alive and I'll wonder what he thinks of me if we split. And I can't end him and stop him from th
An Eye for a Bullet Chapter 23
"You might be getting ready for that little duel, but you're going to have to do something before it," says Pike as we watch the two freaks walk away and disappear around the corner."And what could that be?" I ask. I walk over to the gym and push the doors open. Stepping in, I see Dane look up from his lunch bag and smile from the bleachers.I remember how I have a date with him."Oh, that," I say as Pike walks up next to me."Don't lie," he says as Dane stands up and makes his way over to me.He waves and walks over to the bleachers. Ves and Jack give a thumbs-up, and Mia gives me a pat."You've done worse," she says.And she too walks over to the bleachers. They pull out their own lunch bags and start eating. I just stand still as Dane walks up to me."Hey," he says nicely.He stops in front of me, and as he comes to a stop the air moves and his smell washes over me. Is he wearing cologne? I like that smell though."Hi," I say back. I try to smile, but it comes out strained. And he
An Eye for a Bullet Chapter 24
I make my way through the dark museum halls with hanging skeletons and plastic corpses. Only the sound of the wind is noticeable. I walk through the place silently. No sound comes from my feet, and my breath is quieter than the sound of the hands on a watch.The World Artifact exhibit is two halls over and on the other side of where I started. There shouldn't be any form of security that I can't handle.But walking through the museum, there's not a great deal of security. No lasers, or tripwires, or any dogs either. Not even cameras. Which is good, but gets me thinking as I sneak around. There seems to have been an exorbitant amount of money put into building it, but not sustaining it. Evidence of faded power.I quickly get to the hall with where I think the ring is. There's not a lot of security, but I can guess with some certainty that there's going to be some kind of protection here, despite there being none everywhere else. It's a ring. It's valuable. It's protected.Aiming my fla
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