Andy had never been so thankful that her upper body strength had gone through years of training with archery practice. It wasn’t that the lady was large or anything, but laying on your belly on the ground and helping drag a person through a window wasn’t something that just anyone could do. It was relatively easy, all things considering. Time was not on their side.
The woman of course asked for her leg back. That much was to be expected, Andy handed the well crafted piece of plastic and metal back to her companion wordlessly. She turned her eyes from her to give her privacy to put it on. The woman wasn’t some sort of weird carnival show to be gawked at, despite the fact that the injury intrigued Andy.
It was obvious that the woman knew her way around a firearm. The fact that she seemed to carry a small arsenal was enough to assure her of that. But, more so the way she spoke to her about it. Of course Andy didn’t know how to fire one. She was an art student. If it had been a bow, any manner of bow, she would have been fine. But Andy knew better than to fire something that dangerous around lives that she didn’t intend to harm. She had no idea what the piece of metal was capable of.
“I’m Andy,” She introduced herself in response to the compliment the woman gave her. If they were going to be running for their lives together, they might as well be on first name basis. She heard the commotion as Luca did his best to bound up through the window. Something caught him, but he had it handled before Andy could even get down on her stomach to help him. He got through the window independently, but not without some sacrifice. The girl could see the blood soaking through his clothes as he tended to his wounds.
The rest of him was as tattooed as the parts that showed normally. What was shocking to her was the vast amount of scarring that littered his skin. Some were hidden by the ink that decorated his flesh, some vibrant in color against the color of his skin. Maybe this is what Owen had meant by his warning of Luca being dangerous. It was apparent to Andy that this wasn’t Luca’s first fight, or maybe even his most violent one.
“Are you…” She didn’t get to finish her question. The sound she had made of the window had alerted some of the gunman that were patrolling the outside. They rounded the corner and Luca reacted with lightning speed. He grabbed his rifle and led the men away from them. For someone so dangerous, he had a knack of putting her life above his, at least within the span of this day.
As the shooting started, the girl felt herself be tugged behind a trash can for shelter from the bullets. What the thin metal can was going to do against the military grade guns was beyond Andy, but this woman knew better than she. The raven haired woman had to be ex-military or something. She was just as at ease in the gun fight as Luca. The only one who looked like the odd man out was Andy. The woman told her to watch her back, but what was she supposed to do? Andy assumed she would be a decent shot with the pistol that had been handed to her, she was national champion when it came to target shooting, but she knew that the piece of metal was something that shouldn’t be taken lightly, and she had way less control over it than she did her own weapon of choice.
She was useless here. She knew it, watching both Luca and Colt take fire, she knew that if she was going to be of any use to either of them, she would have to act. Be brave and maybe a little bit rash. The noise of the gunfire seemed to fade to a dull roar as her mind raced, begging for an answer. What was the right call? What could she do. People’s lives were at stake. Would she act, or fall behind and let these two take care of her?
Her body acted before her mind had fully thought through the plan. But there wasn’t time to digest all the fine details. Andy knew that she would need to be quick and lucky, she just wasn’t sure which of the two was going to be more important.
Keeping low, the woman ran toward the parking lot. The gunman didn’t seem to be paying her much mind, likely because she wasn’t shooting at any of them. This worked in her favor, if they could draw their fire long enough for Andy to get to her car. She could get in it, get both of them to it and drive away into the sunset. Maybe leave Aurora, get away from all this madness. It barely felt real. She had been drinking coffee on campus just this morning, and now the world was going to shit. People were dying and her peaceful little town had somehow become a fucking war-zone.
She didn’t dare look back, there was no time to regret her decision. There was no time to check on Luca and her dark haired savior. There was only time for action, and at the moment that included Andy running full force into the parking lot. She darted around parked cars, arms pumping, heart pounding, breath caught up in her throat and nose. It felt ablaze coursing through her lungs. Like a small fire within her chest, she wasn’t sure if it was trying fuel her or burn her, but she knew that either way it wasn’t going to stop her.
The mint green car stood out in the crowd of other vehicles and despair hit. Just as the parking lot had been when she had gotten to the school, it was boxed in with cars. Like tons of tiny metal sardines slammed into the same can. Her car was never going to be able to get out of there without moving the other cars. All the cars that could be accessed were locked and without keys. Hot-wiring vehicles was not something that was in Andy’s list of skills.
What could she do?
What in the world could she possibly do?
Those two people fighting for their lives had both saved her life and she couldn’t do anything to help them, and now she had abandoned them to the firefight. She couldn’t shoot a gun, she couldn’t fight. But that was only partly true. Andy couldn’t shoot a gun, that much was true. But she could shoot, she could fight.
The beeping sound of the wireless key fob opening her trunk sounded. As quickly as humanly possible Andy grabbed her hunting bow. The heavier test would be necessary here. Competition bows were made for targets that stayed upright, hunting bows took their target’s down.
Her hands worked with practiced and expert speed. Her knee found its home in the center of the stained oak shaft. She notched the string into it’s home, making it ready for use. It was a beautiful recurve, maybe her favorite of the various ones she owned. Her hip quiver lay in the bottom of the trunk, she grabbed it and quickly fastened it around her waist. It was still full of broadhead points.
It had only been a weekend ago when her and her uncle had gone out hunting elk. These particular arrows were made for big game. Man she assumed, would also be considered big game. Slamming the trunk down, the woman’s pistol securely in the pocket of her hoodie, she turned. Luca was behind a van, keeping one of the military shooters busy.
He didn’t see the one sneaking up from the side. Did she call to him? What if she distracted him at the wrong moment and got him killed, the gun fight he was a part of know was deadly enough. Colt was too far away to get a clear shot. She watched as the man raised his rifle, waiting for the perfect shot to land in Luca’s exposed flesh.
What the arrow wasn’t enough though? She had never shot at a human before, nor had she ever thought she would need to. What if the arrow was only enough to piss him off? But her body was already reacting again, like some sort of hidden pilot was guiding her on what to do and how to act. Instinct, adrenaline, or maybe just some sort of inner voice, but Andy barely felt in control of her own limbs.
The world became calm as the bow rose and the arrow was take between two trained fingers. Her breath slowed naturally as the notch found its way to the string, causing everything to feel almost in slow motion. Andy could feel the breeze, the direction of the wind. Her mind made automatic calculations on how to aim to accommodate for the terrain and weather. She felt her stance widen, her lungs fill with the cold fall air. Her muscles in her arms stretched and pulled as the string did. The fletching of the arrow tickled her cheekbone as she anchored the shot. As she exhaled everything seemed to freeze. There was no gun fire, no more screams or flames. There was just this shot. This perfectly lined up shot.
When Andy loosed her arrow, she felt herself go with the flying carbon shaft. As it spun through the air, she watched as the blue and yellow feathers turned to a green spiraling blur on it's path to it's intended target. Her eyes widened as it found its mark, deep in the tender flesh of the of man’s neck. The sound of his gurgling cry broke the dream-like silence. She watched as his body slumped to the ground. Everything came back into focus so fast the girl felt almost disoriented. The gunfire continued, the screams came back. Everything was the same as before the shot, except there was one less gunman.
If it had been a deer or elk, she would have run up to make sure that it was dead, that it didn’t suffer. Game that suffered ruined the meat. The more painless the death the healthier the harvest. Andy didn’t need to check for a pulse.
Prey didn’t fall that still unless there was no fight left in them.
Interactions: @Brax (Luca) @Rumble Fish (Colt)