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Post by Melanie on Oct 25, 2006 19:42:05 GMT -5
Aidan couldn't help his behavior. What was sad was that he was trying to be brave. He was trying to be strong. Taking a deep breath, he exhaled and then listened as the man spoke about guns. There were good things..but they were always used to kill someone. That was the bottom line. Even if it was for a good cause, or reason. He knew he had to do this. Alls he had to do was shoot it once...that was it. He never had to use it...and he knew he could never shoot a living, breathing person. Sighing, he used his crutches to manuever through the hay upon the ground and then reached the bale he had indicated in the first place. Sitting down, he scooched all the way to the back of it and stayed far away, keeping himself as safe as he possibly could. He just didn't want to shoot the shotgun. It was too big for him, and he would refuse. He didn't care what kind of threats were thrown at him. He'd had worse in his lifetime. |
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Post by X.Sadistic_~_Samurai.X on Oct 25, 2006 19:47:02 GMT -5
The pistol case was a gentle green and when Nate unzipped it, a black and silver pistol with a wooden hand hold was nestled in soft brown fur. It looked so harmless and if you had an imagination, it looked like a mother beast with her pup bullets nestled close to her. Nate loaded it with the catalog of bullet and handed it to Aidan.The safety is on. Just aim at a target, take the safety off, and shoot. Squeeze, not pull and use both eyes, not one, Nate insturcted in a gentle tone, showing hem how to hold the gun and aim it.
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Post by Melanie on Oct 25, 2006 19:56:33 GMT -5
He felt the fear rise up inside of him once more as the case was unzippered and the pistol appeared. He didn't think he could do this. He felt sick, and his leg was aching horribly now. Why weren't the pain meds working? He hoped he wasn't getting an infection or anything like that. He shook his head for a moment to clear his vision and then shakingly took the hand gun as Nate handed it to him. He was trembling violently as he held it, and he could barely keep it still. But he trying...he wanted to make Nate happy. He had to. So, doing as he was instructed, he held it out away from him and used his finger to switch the safety off. Squeezing the trigger, he kept both eyes opened forcibly and then jumped back as the sound blasted out of it. But he had hit the target. Still shaking, he put the gun down and looked up at Nate. He couldn't do it anymore. Small tears had begun to form within his eyes, showing just how afraid he really was. He didn't want the man to see him crying, but he couldn't help it. He looked away, and refused to pick the gun up once more. |
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Post by X.Sadistic_~_Samurai.X on Oct 25, 2006 20:14:41 GMT -5
Nate looked at him.Don't put it down! Turn the safety on and then take the catatlog out. Thats a living thing you are holding, or so most people who care about them think they are alive, he said and walked over to target.But good shot boy. That was good for a first time. Take a breather and we will see what we can do next. He walked back, hands in his pockets.
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Post by Melanie on Oct 26, 2006 13:54:35 GMT -5
AIdan jumped as he yelled not to put it down. He quickly and carefully put the safety on as he was instructed and took the catalog out. No more. He didn't want anything else to do with it. Putting it on the bale of hay, he pushed it in Nate's direction and looked away. He wasn't going to touch it anymore. He just didn't want...he couldn't. he knew he could use one now, if it came to that, and he knew that he could pick it up if it meant saving his life or antoher's. But he wouldn't do it now. He stepped away from Nate, using his crutches to aid him. He wanted to get rid of them, but everytime he tried walking on his leg it screamed in pain. He couldn't do it...he couldn't do anything, and was utterly useless here. What good would it do to ahve a crippled sixteen year old on the ranch? |
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Post by X.Sadistic_~_Samurai.X on Oct 26, 2006 19:26:12 GMT -5
Nate took the pistol, put in a catalog from him pocket into the gun, and turned the safety off, shooting instantly. The bullet made a twang noise as it struck the steel inside one of the bales. The gun smoked softly so Nate put the safety back on and took out the catalog and placed it in his pocket. A rag was taken out and was used to clean the pistol quickly before going into the case.So boy, what do you think of Mossy? That was Sam's old gun, he said gruffly. He look tought and mean, but he was actually a sweet guy and shy. This boy made his skin crawl when he looked at him.
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