"Look, I'm sorry about that, Jon." Julie smiled, as if it had all been a joke. If she took it lightly, so should Jon, because that's how things worked when you were a smoking hot teenage girl. Unfortunately Jon didn't see it that way.
"Bullshit. You're just saying that because I'm pointing a gun at you."
"Jon, c'mon, get a fucking grip."
"You're not fucking sorry. Not yet." Jon punctuated this statement by squeezing the trigger. It was not the response Julie had anticipated.
A slug tore through her guts, and Julie hopped back, crying out softly. Her hands instinctively went to her belly and she bent forward slightly at the waist, while her wide blue eyes remained fixed on Jon. Several of her teammates screamed, but the deafening sound of the gunshot drowned them out.
Oh shit. The motherfucker did it. He really did it. Julie straightened her back, looked at the smoking, black, coin-sized hole in her abdomen, then back to Jon. "You shot me," she said, incredulous. "You really shot me."
Jon appeared as astonished as Julie at this turn of events, as if he didn't even believe it himself. Lucy slipped past him and escaped the locker room, and soon the rest of the girls followed. Jon let them go. Julie meanwhile remained frozen, gripped by tremendous shock and pain.
"OOOOoooo. Oooof. Ooo, fuck. Fuckfuckfuck!"
"Does it hurt?" Jon asked, curious.
"Guh. Fuck yes."
"I've got to shoot you again. You ready?"
"What? No!"
"I hafta make sure you die." Jon stated this as if it should be obvious, even to a fool such as Julie, but Julie just blinked at him in disbelief.
Jon fired a second, and then a third time, within a space of about two seconds. Julie caught both rounds in the midriff, doubling over and clutching her stomach. The idea of her own demise now seemed very real, very palpable, and Julie was overcome with an urge to survive. She had to get out of there, away from this psychopathic fuck.
Standing up straight yet again, Julie took a moment to examine her damaged midsection. Blood spurted from her body and splashed on the locker room floor, while more of it ran down the front of her, staining her blue jeans a grotesque, maroonish color.
"That's fucking crazy," Jon told her.
Julie flashed him an expression that said, What the fuck did you do to me?, then clasped her hands over two of the three holes in her belly and started lumbering towards him. Her balance was hindered by shock and blood loss, and she weaved like a drunkard. Jon just watched her come.
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