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2 Bullets
"C'mon, what's the problem, Kyle? Afraid of a little competition?"
Jacksen gestured c***ily with his M4 rifle.
He's always the same. I'm honestly not surprised. He's always liked competition.
"I'll take that silence as a preemptive yes and go set up the empty shells."
He joyfully ran away, his pockets jingling with used bullet shells.
I didn't really want to do the contest, but seeing Jacksen all happy and cute made me happier about my current dreary-as-all-get-out situation. Of course, I can't really tell anyone that...
being bi in the army is kinda hard.
-10 minutes later-
Jacksen grinned and pointed kinda comically at his hard work.
"You remember the rules, right? However many shells you can hit with 2 bullets is your score. You can go first!"
I chuckled and loaded in my last mag.
Shooting blindly, I managed to take out 7.
"Good job, bud!" You did gre-"
He was cut off by the spray of bullets that cut him down.
Time seemed to slow down as I turned around to kill the attacker. One bullet, two bullet, three bullet, four bullet, all the way up to ten. There were twelve bullets in the magazine when I loaded it. The two bullets would have saved my life if I hadn't used them. The sniper was right in my sight. The last things I experienced were the click of the rifle and the searing pain through my heart.
Half for the bullet.
Half for my lost love.
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A story I've had in my head for a while, finally done! :P