"I don't want to do this Josh!" Those words were almost the last Wren would ever say to her husband. She held the gun in her sweaty hands as she shook. Her eyes were filled with tears at the sight of the man she married twenty years ago to the day, backed into the corner of their bedroom, on the ground, horrified.
The door opened. Wren turned to the sound of a voice. It was deep, but still had a kiddish ring to it. "Is this a bad time?" It was the voice of Hale.
Hale was different. Aside from being broke, jobless, and single he was actually a pretty interesting guy. He had trained himself in many arts. He wrote music, did impressions, and worked miracles with a pencil and a sketchpad. Even though Hale never really earned his keep and could never take anything seriously, Josh and Wren kept him around. Mostly just for the laughs.
Wren gave him a look like he had just committed a murder right in front of her. "Little bit, Hale." "Marriage problems?" Hale asked, being the comedian he is. "This isn't fu-" she looked down at her hand. The gun seemed to have disappeared. "Come with me." As Hale turned around and walked out the door, Wren could see the gun in the side pocket of his bag.
"What the hell, asshole?" Hale looked over his shoulder. "You think I'm going to let you shoot my brother?"
