taysilva19
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"You have no business calling me that. Only Sam can-"
Only the witch can flirt with the hunter? Sounds like history is repeating itself, if you ask me.
Max had been headache free for the past couple days now. And all of a sudden, his head felt like it was going to explode. He swore under his breath. "Dammit."
A headache? The voice asked. It didn't wait for Max to respond. It just continued. Okay, good. That means we still have a connection.
Max froze as his finger grazed the trigger. "What do you mean, connection?"
Come on, Max. Your name was on the box, remember? You of all people should know that fate has a very bizarre way of leading you on the right path.
Max closed his eyes and breathed deep. "You gotta- you gotta stop the riddle-speak for like... two seconds, and explain what the hell is going on. Why is there a magic, talking gun in a box with my name on it?"
The voice giggled again. It sounded even younger than he originally thought. Very good! You figured it out faster than anyone else. Guess you really are the right Max. If you had to call me by a name, call me Nadya. You're talking to the last person who owned the very gun you're holding in your lap. It's nice to meet you, Max... Gardner? Right?
None of this made sense. "Why can you talk?"
Well... Nadya began, letting the words trail off. That's a really good question. Truth be told, I'm not entirely sure myself. All I know for sure is that I needed you to get a hold of me- err... The gun. I'm afraid you're stuck with me til' I figure it out.
As ridiculous as it all seemed, a talking gun didn't seem too out of place. A witch, a hormonal magic user in training, and a blind hunter. Just add a mascot to the mix, and they had the makings of the world's most disfunctional team. Max closed the box and felt where his name was stamped in.
"Alright, Nadya. Let's find out who, and what you are. Welcome to the family."
Only the witch can flirt with the hunter? Sounds like history is repeating itself, if you ask me.
Max had been headache free for the past couple days now. And all of a sudden, his head felt like it was going to explode. He swore under his breath. "Dammit."
A headache? The voice asked. It didn't wait for Max to respond. It just continued. Okay, good. That means we still have a connection.
Max froze as his finger grazed the trigger. "What do you mean, connection?"
Come on, Max. Your name was on the box, remember? You of all people should know that fate has a very bizarre way of leading you on the right path.
Max closed his eyes and breathed deep. "You gotta- you gotta stop the riddle-speak for like... two seconds, and explain what the hell is going on. Why is there a magic, talking gun in a box with my name on it?"
The voice giggled again. It sounded even younger than he originally thought. Very good! You figured it out faster than anyone else. Guess you really are the right Max. If you had to call me by a name, call me Nadya. You're talking to the last person who owned the very gun you're holding in your lap. It's nice to meet you, Max... Gardner? Right?
None of this made sense. "Why can you talk?"
Well... Nadya began, letting the words trail off. That's a really good question. Truth be told, I'm not entirely sure myself. All I know for sure is that I needed you to get a hold of me- err... The gun. I'm afraid you're stuck with me til' I figure it out.
As ridiculous as it all seemed, a talking gun didn't seem too out of place. A witch, a hormonal magic user in training, and a blind hunter. Just add a mascot to the mix, and they had the makings of the world's most disfunctional team. Max closed the box and felt where his name was stamped in.
"Alright, Nadya. Let's find out who, and what you are. Welcome to the family."