Shooting Range (part 2 of Orientation)

Note: lets go!! two stories in a day! let me know if you want a part three lol (im gonna make one anyways).

Tw: mild cussing

I woke up with a killer headache in a metal room, strapped to a chair. I looked around to find psycho guy still in a black cloak, sitting on the ground in the corner playing with sand. I turned my head a bit to get a better look but groaned when my head screamed in pain. Psycho guy looked up from the sand and smiled.

“Oh look. You're up. How does it feel being tied to a chair in a metal room? Rate the experience one to ten,” He said, getting up and walking over to me.

“Negative one because you’re here,” I managed to say.

“Damn I thought it would be a ten because I’m here. Because, you know, I'm just so handsome and charming,” he said, smiling down at me.

I turned my head and squinted, trying to comprehend why he would say that. When someone kidnaps you and possibly killed your parents you tend to think of them as an ugly troll.

“I thought you were some drunk 21 year old who didn’t know how to shave until you threw a fake head at me and told me it was my mothers. So yeah I really don’t know.”

He just gives a child-like smile before walking behind the chair.

“As much as I love to see you tied to a chair, it's time for me to go and shoot. You may end up shooting or you may end up shot. I suggest if you get shot then you do a dance or something. Make it a memorable death instead of the normal lame ones,” he said, cutting the ropes on my wrists and feet.

You have got to be kidding me, I thought.  I thought back to the morning where I was kicking ass in karate now I was here orphaned in a warehouse with the enemy. The world is a cruel place, my father once said. That was really coming to light in this situation. I rubbed my hands against my wrists trying to pump some circulation into my hands. 

“Come on, I don't feel like dragging you all the way there,” He said, waiting at the doorway for me to follow him out of the room. I groaned again before standing up from the chair. Once again a sack was thrown over my head and I was dragged out of the metal room. However this time I was not drugged so I decided I would annoy the jerk all the way to wherever I was currently being dragged to. 

“Is that really necessary?” Cloak man grumbled when I belted out ‘Deck the Halls’ while including what you would call mucho swears en español. 

“Jesus you can speak Spanish congratulations you've proved your point,” spat Cloak Man whose name I still didn't know. I couldn’t see his face but I could tell from his tone his ears were steaming at this point. I stifled a laugh

“You really want me to start singing en ingles?” I asked him. I could almost hear the eye roll coming from above. 

“Hit me with it,” he snorted. “I'm sure I've been through worse.”

“Do you want to hear me sing Feliz Navidad but voice crack edition. Maybe all I want for Christmas is a new shoe? Because there is nothing worse than those two songs' voice crack edition. All of those I can sing for you right now,” I said, snickering under the bag. 

“I’m good, thanks.”

“No I don't think you are. Hmm… I wonder why. Maybe it's because your girlfriend broke up with you? Cheated on you. OR NO WAIT. YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND DONT YOU?” I could just imagine the blush on this guy's face when he didn’t answer. I decided to drop the subject if I wanted to keep my arms. 

“What's your name anyways?” I questioned. 

“Abbadon.”

 I couldn't help myself so I kept asking questions

“Sooooooooo…who's this special guy of yours?”

“I can't talk about it. He's not exactly from around here.”

“Is he hot?”

“Yes.”

“What does he look like?”

“Black hair. Really hot. Got a bitchy older brother named Vaugran.”

“Have you ever had-”

“STOP ASKING QUESTIONS ABOUT MY BOYFRIEND. You're the prisoner. Haven't you ever been kidnapped before? Anyways, we're here,” he said. “And yes we’ve have,” He mumbled under his breath.

He pulled off the hood. My eyes took a second to adjust but when they did I noticed I was staring at a wall of guns of many shapes and sizes. “Like I said before, Shoot or get shot.”

I selected a gun off the wall. It was a pistol and it looked like the safety had been ripped off. Abbadon grabbed a rocket launcher off the wall but once he realized he wasn’t getting a reaction from me he put it back and settled for a pistol. I picked up a pair of clunky earphones in hopes of preserving my hearing. I tossed a pair to my capturer whose sense of humor I was becoming quite fond of. He killed your parents. Oh right I forgot about that part. I turned to the shooting rage and spotted an empty slot among the people shooting. 

“The people here are so young..” I said as I looked around at the kids who looked to be ten or eleven years old. 

“You were a late bloomer” was Abaddon's only reply. 

“More like we forgot you existed but ignoring that small fact…” he trailed off.

I stood in my slot at the range and aimed my gun. But before I could take my first shot the doors at the side of the shooting range swung open. A girl with bronze hair and orange tips walked into the range. When she spotted Abbadon and me she walked over. 

“I'm glad I was of assistance” she said to Abbadon while winking at me. Suddenly it all clicked into place. Literally. That's when I shot her.