Remember Me

〃10〃

Cry out loud groans.

Pewds is absolutely fucking terrible at shooting. "Its a miracle that you've managed to stay alive this whole time!" Cry yells.

They're in the middle of an abandoned trailer park. No one around for a couple of miles, so Cry can yell all he wants.

"I'm sorry that I'm not some killing machine like you! How'd you even learn how to shoot?" Felix asks from the middle of the road. "Try asking the Military! I'm sure they'd be glad to answer, then show you how." Cry says and gets up from his chair.

He walks over to the small shooting range that they set up for Felix.

"All you're doing is wasting ammunition. You need to get good enough to where you can do this," Cry pauses to take the pistol from Felix's hands and aims at the beer bottle without looking away from Pewds. He fires.

The bottle breaks and Pewds stands there shocked. "All by hearing where the target has moved."

"But the bottle didn't move...?" Felix trails off slowly, amazed and confused. "Sitting there watching you try to break it for the past fifteen minutes gave me a vague idea of where it was." Cry says sarcastically.

"This is hard" Felix whines.

Cry is silent for a moment, but then smirks. "Fine. Maybe you're better at hand to hand combat."

Felix groans.

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"It was gonna come up anyways, don't be such a baby. C'mon, try me." Cry says, doesn't raise his fists to defend himself. "Are you even ready for this? I got all the heat man. You're gonna need and ice bath, I'm so hot." Felix says and Cry laughs.

"Sureeeee."

Felix takes a swing at Cry but Cry has him twisted around by the same hand before he can say "Uncle".

"You suck." Cry states and let's go.

Felix turns around and huffs. "Not everybody was in the military like you."

"Except for the people in the military?" Cry chuckles, and Felix swings again. This time instead of taking his arm and twisting it behind his back, Cry catches the fist and pulls Felix closer to him, slowly increases pressure on Pewd's fist.

In that short moment, Felix is staring into the black mesh that covers the eye holes in Crys mask, and can feel Cry's breath on his lips.

Cry smirks and says "You're so bad I think I'm gonna vomit."

Then he let's go of Felix's hand.

"In the moment where you grab someone's hand or they grab yours right after a punch, what you do is look them in the face, take your other fist, and punch them with that one." Cry says and cracks his knuckles.

"And if they grab that one too?" Felix asks, face flushed red from the heat. (Totally from the sun hahhaa yeah)

"Then move your head back and throw it forward to bump your foreheads together. They'll be stunned and let go or lacken their grip, so then you'd kick them in the stomach, forcing them backwards. I'd show you, but you look tired already." Cry chuckles.

Felix just flips him off. "Can we go back to shooting?"

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Aaaaaa calm chapter a bit since its four am and things in the story are usually like, shooting everywhere. Also I don't feel like going back and changing it, but Felix d o e s know how to shoot a gun, but just sucks at aiming. I don't edit shit, sorry if it sucks, and also comment and vote.

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