She jumped over the heap of dirt, missing all the gun shots.
"Shit, shit, shit," the red head mumbled to herself as she fumbled for bullets in her pocket. She reloaded the gun and set it on the top of the dirt mound and shot at the enemies. Bullets flew over her head. She could feel a bullet graze against her hand; but she ignored it as it began to slowly heal itself. The red head quickly lowered her gun and ran back to the city, shooting constantly, killing off more than anyone ever had. "What a great way to spend New Years Day..." she mumbled to herself.
My evilness continues!!! *runs and hides* If you haven’t read it already, the prologue is link (it’s really short but pretty damn important).
2 weeks earlier. A bow clattered to the hardwood floor, skidding to a stop in a patch of golden afternoon sunlight that reflected a blinding glare off of the metal. “No!” the dark-haired girl groaned, digging her fingers into her scalp in frustration. “How many times have I told you, that’s not how you hold it!” Aisling didn’t respond, but shoved her hands in her pockets and crossed the training room to pick up her bow. Fin jogged over,...