Book 1
hell
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a place regarded in various religions as a spiritual realm of evil and suffering, often traditionally depicted as a place of perpetual fire beneath the earth where the wicked are punished after death.
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We stood in booths and loaded our guns with the necessary rounds. One of the boys offered to time it and count us in. He introduced himself as David and he was quite eager to help out.
"Shooters ready?" he asked.
I nodded and as did Enzo.
"6 targets, 2 gunmen and 1 champion. In 3... 2... 1... go!!"
A series of shots rang out and a short applause came from the remainder of recruits.
Lex showed me my time. 3.92 secs. That was better than my normal time of 4 secs.
"Time for Miss Lucía?"
"3.92." Lex replied.
"And Mr Enzo?"
"3.92." Rufus said, utterly shocked.
"Well Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a tie."
Unbelievable. I can't believe we hit a tie.
"How will we resolve this?" Enzo asked, his Italian accent coaxing his words.
"A tiebreak," I said smirking, " and I know just the thing." ___________________________
"So your idea of a tiebreak is playing splat with real guns?" Enzo asked, scoffing at my childish idea.
"Yes Lorenzo, we're playing splat but with targets. Not each other." my Mexican accent slowly banishing my American one.
I smirked. This was going to be fun. Enzo glared at me, I assumed for the use of his full name.
"Lucía, since I don't know this game, could you explain it to all of us so we can have a fair judgement on what you are doing?" David said, Rufus nodding along with him.
"So what we have to do is stand facing away from the target. Then you will proceed to say a series of words till you get to the selected word of anyone's choice.
When you say that word, we should turn and shoot at the target. The person who does it faster and hits the target wins.
If it doesn't work that way, you can judge on how close it is to bullseye. Okay?" I explained.
"Alright, what's the word?" He seemed slightly impatient.
"How about... tesoro?" I asked.
"Sure, let's use tesoro." Enzo replied, his jaw clenching.
We turned and waited for David and Rufus to say the words.
"Beans."
"Guns."
"Bellissima."
"Apples."
"Potato fries."
"Chilli cheese fries."
"Love."
"Tesoro."
I whipped around and shot at the target. As did Enzo.
"I think we gotta pick the winner by the bullseye." one of the boys said.
Enzo shrugged and David looked over to me.
"Yeah go ahead."
Rufus and Alex went to the targets and stared at the bullet holes. They discussed among themselves along with the other recruits until one of them jogged over to David.
He whispered in David's ear and David nodded at him.
"The recruits have come to the conclusion that... Miss Lucía wins!" he said.
I smiled. happy with myself for winning that.
"I believe that makes it 2-1." I said, making sure only Enzo could hear me.
"I guess so." he agreed, rolling his eyes at my smugness. "Come, recruits, Don asked for lunch to be served now so I'll lead you all there."
Mhm, lunch. ___________________________
a/n: absolutely mad. cannot believe I just made them play a game of splat.
anyways I hope ur enjoying the story so far; lemme know if there's any questions you have about the story or any ideas..
yeh I guess that's it then.
mwah <3
~ m
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