Bullet Therapy / 115: Excitement

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Title: "Bullet Therapy"
Challenge/Prompt: #115 / Excitement
Original Fiction or Fanfiction: Original
Characters/Pairings: N/A
Rating: PG-13 / K+
Warnings: Violence, Language
Disclaimer:  Original work, my own stuffs, etc.
Summary:  She stole secrets, traded sorrows, kept me sane.
Author's Notes: These characters are....unpleasant people. Also, it's totally sterling 's fault i'm posting here again when i was busy being a hermit. so, uh, thanks. :P

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Lazy afternoon.

I whistled Watchtower and threw darts at a photo. Forehead dead center.

"Creepy," her highness said. She stole secrets, traded sorrows, kept me sane. "Didn't you used to worship that girl?"

"Tried to kill me, remember?"

"Crybaby."

"I keep forgetting. You're both crazy."

"Practical. Pragmatic," she grinned. Pristine teeth, viper smile. "Not crazy."

"I must be, working with you again."

"Babe, killing's therapy for you. Me, I just want a decent payday. Win-win!"

"Peachy. Just... peachy."

I threw another dart, imagined bullet trajectories and splatter patterns. Ignored the itch in my fingers, the razor tripwire in my brain.

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