As Julie got her bearings, searching for the sights through her frazzled bangs, her shooter plugged her once more, putting a round through her left breast. Now with both her lungs ruined, the simple task of drawing a breath became extremely laborious. Still, Julie gasped for air and kept the pistol leveled at her target.
When at last Julie returned fire, she used her ammo sparingly. There was no telling how many, if any, live rounds remained in the magazine.
The first shot was the first she had ever fired in her life, and in her diminished condition it was a miracle she didn't blow her own foot off, but, surprisingly, it was remarkably accurate, shattering a tile on the side of the fixture behind which her target was hiding. Encouraged, Julie bit down on her lower lip, steadied herself, and stared down the sights. When the bastard showed his face again she put a bullet under his eye, demonstrating a natural talent with a firearm that defied reason.
Although it was agonizing to do so, and although blood spewed from her mouth and stained her pink lip gloss red as she did it, Julie laughed. Take that, you bitch, her mind cried in triumph. But her victory was short lived.
The gang banger she had laid up moments earlier was back on his feet, and had evidently brought more than one gun to this fight. Julie caught a glint of steel in her peripheral vision, but before she could turn the muzzle flashed and hot lead ripped through her neck.
"Awk!" she squawked, and slapped her left hand against her throat. I hope that didn't sever my jugular. She rotated her shoulders to try to get a bead on the new threat, but a second round smashed into her below her right collar bone. Leaning back, Julie's white button-down blouse was pulled high on her breasts, exposing quite a bit of her belly, and the thug put two more bullet holes in her bare midriff.
With one hand still clutching her neck, Julie finally managed to return fire, and she put a slug right between her second shooter's eyes. Gun shots still rang out from behind the counter, and Julie wondered how many more of these asshole there were.
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