"D-don't move" I cried.
"Babe, calm down you'll hurt your pretty little self. We don't want to do that, do we now? Besides you don't know how to use that." He laughed, slowly approaching me.
"Neither of you, I said don't move" I pointed the gun at him and then to where his friend still grasped cried onto the floor. Did I really hit him that hard? Ouch! That must sucks.
"How about you drop the weapon and we all have a little talk?"
"Yeah, how about no? I'm going to walk away and you guys are not going to follow, do I make myself clear?" I raise my eyebrows.
"Yeah right, like if we're--"
I cut him off by pulling the hammer back on the gun which made a disturbing clicking noise indicating that one press of my index can take his life.
His eyes widened,"Come on, you can't possibly shoot that thing." He retreated.
"You don't know me." I slowly approach him with the weapon.
