Julie guessed the weapon to be a .357 magnum. It looked a lot like the one Tom kept under his pillow, the one Tom had told her packed a nasty punch. A nine millimeter, you might need 9 or 10 shots to stop somebody, but with this mothefucker one round will do the trick, he had said, beaming with pride, as if he had designed the thing himself. Getting shot with that thing could spell disaster.
Swallowing her fear, Julie remained calm and cool. Jon had a crush on her, so her body and her sexuality was her weapon, whereas panic could prove fatal. Still topless, Julie reached behind her head and fluffed her wet hair, again stretching her stomach flat and pushing out her bare breasts. "Nice gun," she said seductively. "You wanna shoot me with it?"
To Julie's surprise, Jon replied by squeezing the trigger. A deafening boom filled the locker room. Julie jerked slightly with the force as she felt a slug punch a hole through her midsection. The noise was shocking, and the ringing in Julie's ears almost drowned out the screams of her teammates.
She looked down in awe at the bloody hole an inch to the right of and slightly above her navel. She tentatively pressed her hand against the wound, and examined the bright red blood dripping from it. She knew the bullet had passed right through her and she would have an even nastier hole in the small of her back. She looked up just in time to see flames erupt from the barrel of the gun a second time, and she felt the impact from another slug as it ripped through the middle of her. This one struck lower in her belly, a couple inches to the left of her coin slot belly button. She grunted and staggered back against her open locker, grabbing the swinging locker door with her left hand to steady herself.
Julie looked up at Jon with questioning eyes. She was baffled as to what would cause Jon to write her a love letter in the morning, asking her out on a date, and then blow her guts all over the locker room in the afternoon. Julie pushed off from her locker and took a couple steps forward. She was clutching at both of the wounds in her belly, but it did little to slow the bleeding. She could feel the warm sticky stuff streaming down her legs, soaking through her jeans. She could feel more of the stuff bubbling up in the back of her throat. She spat a mouthful of crimson, grimaced, and then asked Jon, "Is this how you always pick up chicks?" She swiped the blood from her lips and grinned wryly just before Jon plugged her a third time.
"Ooh!" Julie cried as she caught the slug high in her midriff, slightly to the left of her center. Julie remembered enough from anatomy class to know that her liver, stomach, pancreas, and kidney were all located in that general vicinity. She felt unimaginable pain as the round slammed through her and wreaked havoc on her internal organs. Julie stumbled back onto one of the benches running along the lockers. A fine red mist formed from her lips as she sighed, and she looked apprehensively from the holes in her body to Jon.
Jon stepped forward across the threshold, lowering his pistol for the time being, and Julie's teammates all took the opportunity to flee. Jon made no attempt to stop them. His attention was held captive by the lovely girl bleeding to death on the locker room bench.
Once her companions had all made their escape, leaving her alone with Jon, Julie lowered her head and closed her eyes. Her thoughts circled in on her death, and how if this was truly the end then nothing she did or said mattered. That way lie madness. Teetering on the brink of delirium, Julie struggled to maintain her composure. She searched herself and found a steely resolve that had been with her since Chuckie's death.
"Okay Jon, when I asked if you wanted to shoot me... that was just... like... a sexual inuendo or something." Julie said, sounding remarkably calm for someone whose life blood was quickly spilling all over the floor. She could hear it spattering the tiles below her as it fell.
Jon looked back at her with tears streaming down his cheeks. "It's not fair, Julie," he sobbed. "IT'S FUCKED!!"
You're telling me, Julie thought, but didn't say. Choosing her words carefully, Julie took a deep breath and said, "Relax Jon..." After coughing up more blood, Julie continued "Tell me what's wrong."
"How could you do this to me?" Jon asked her. "Why?"
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