by Wayward Daughter Thu 4 Jul 2013 - 22:19
He clung to that thought though, that idea that something was wrong. They had been hunting. A demon. Something Bethany had seen in a vision. And all of this couldn't be true, because it didn't make sense. Everything he was seeing, hearing, sensing. Slowly, he raised his head. Immediately a gunshot rang, and he had to force himself not to duck. It rushed straight at him... and nothing happened. Nothing. He moved forwards. He reached to his holster, again finding it empty. But he wouldn't have come unarmed. He raised his arm, forced himself to believe that he was aiming his gun now, even if he couldn't see it or feel it. Where would this creature be? In the direction of the enemy fire? He fired.