All Filler no Killer.... yea... sorry.
She felt the fear building up in her chest. She wanted to run, but she knew she couldn't. It was already aimed at her. She looked at the man holding the barrel in her direction. In that moment, he no longer looked human. He had no face. He was simply a threat. Not human. Not even alive. He was a barrier that barred her escape from harm. She watched as the world began to move in slow motion, her aggressor's finger reach to pull his trigger to end her life. Sile couldn't allow that. She spun around as quickly as she could, whipping per pistol out of its holster. She didn't bother aiming. Or even stopping her spin, the momentum kept her in a twirl as she pulled the trigger with a growl of some animalistic instinct to preserve her own existance at all costs. Her bullet tore through the fabric of her camoflauge jacket and embedded itself in the chest of the man who had stood before her. After the explosion she sent at him died down, all went silent. The man fell to the ground, coughing, gasping, gurgling. Blood spurted from his wound and trickled down from the corners of his mouth as he strained to breathe. He convulsed against the pavement. His face became human again, though twisted in fear and pain. Sile saw a face she recognized but didn't know. He looked like seven or eight friends she had buried in the past. Sympathy took hold of her and she skidded to him, putting her hands over the spouting blood in attempts to save the life she'd taken. The blood quickly stopped spurting and was now lifelessly oozing. He had stopped choking for air. He was dead. She scrambled to her feet as she heard more voices approaching and tore herself away from the gruesome sight she had created. She was covered in a crimson realization. Sile had taken her first life.
The world came back into focus as she awoke. Another unfamiliar bed. Another unfamiliar face. Her eyes scanned the darkened room. Her clothing lay in a heap on the floor. Shit. She looked at the individual she found herself next to and searched her memory as to who he was and how she wound up where she was. He opened his eyes. "What time is it?" Sile asked, emotionlessly.
He brought his hand upwards and glanced at his watch. "Two in the morning." He answered. He leaned in to kiss her and she backed away. Sile sat up to get out of that bed. He put his hand on her arm. "What's the rush, babe?"
Sile shook her head and moved away from his hand. "I should go."
He looked confused. "Well, maybe I can call you sometime?" Sile scoffed at that but said nothing. "What's the matter?" He asked. "I...thought we had a nice night."
She nodded. "Aye. We did. But it was just that. A nice night." His befuddled look never ceased. "Look, you're nice... but um... I don't do second dates." She paused for a minute and pulled her shirt on over her head. "I generally don't do first dates either, but you happened to catch me on an off day. So, why don't we just drop that issue?"
He nodded, sardonically. "Love 'em and leave 'em." He muttered. Sile was lacing her boots.
"I said nothin' about lovin' 'em in the first place." She commented. She stood up. "I'll show myself out." She grabbed her jacket, that still bared the bullet hole if one knew where to look for it, and abruptly left that particular night's lover naked, benieth his blankets. Same game, different player. It had been her life for the past ten months. Every hour that past she felt a little more empty... and with the increasing emptiness came more desperate, and failing attempts to quell it, through yesterday's one night stand, her loud music, her confrontational attitude and whatever was in her glass at any given time. Her spiral brought her ever deeper. She was no better off in New York, it seemed, than back home. It certainly didn't take her ten months to come to that realization, but it did, perhaps, take that long for her to stop ignoring her ever worsening cycles of self destruction. She wanted more out of life... she wanted a life to begin with...
The world came back into focus as she awoke. Another unfamiliar bed. Another unfamiliar face. Her eyes scanned the darkened room. Her clothing lay in a heap on the floor. Shit. She looked at the individual she found herself next to and searched her memory as to who he was and how she wound up where she was. He opened his eyes. "What time is it?" Sile asked, emotionlessly.
He brought his hand upwards and glanced at his watch. "Two in the morning." He answered. He leaned in to kiss her and she backed away. Sile sat up to get out of that bed. He put his hand on her arm. "What's the rush, babe?"
Sile shook her head and moved away from his hand. "I should go."
He looked confused. "Well, maybe I can call you sometime?" Sile scoffed at that but said nothing. "What's the matter?" He asked. "I...thought we had a nice night."
She nodded. "Aye. We did. But it was just that. A nice night." His befuddled look never ceased. "Look, you're nice... but um... I don't do second dates." She paused for a minute and pulled her shirt on over her head. "I generally don't do first dates either, but you happened to catch me on an off day. So, why don't we just drop that issue?"
He nodded, sardonically. "Love 'em and leave 'em." He muttered. Sile was lacing her boots.
"I said nothin' about lovin' 'em in the first place." She commented. She stood up. "I'll show myself out." She grabbed her jacket, that still bared the bullet hole if one knew where to look for it, and abruptly left that particular night's lover naked, benieth his blankets. Same game, different player. It had been her life for the past ten months. Every hour that past she felt a little more empty... and with the increasing emptiness came more desperate, and failing attempts to quell it, through yesterday's one night stand, her loud music, her confrontational attitude and whatever was in her glass at any given time. Her spiral brought her ever deeper. She was no better off in New York, it seemed, than back home. It certainly didn't take her ten months to come to that realization, but it did, perhaps, take that long for her to stop ignoring her ever worsening cycles of self destruction. She wanted more out of life... she wanted a life to begin with...