Have you ever had one of those moments where everything seems to kind of move in slow motion? Sparkle had been through a few of them. There had been that one time in the dungeon, when the vampire had ripped his throat out. It had followed him around since, creeping into his nightmares now and again.
Now, watching the gout of red from Alec's throat, Sparkle had another one that he wasn't going to ever be able to let go of. But if there was any one upside to the world moving in slow motion, the rhythm of his heart pounding in his ears was nothing compared to how quickly he remembered the revolver in his bag. The one that he'd been intending to get rid of as soon as possible.
Well, it was in his hand, now, and he was firing off shots at the one nearest to Alec, repeating the things Atton had taught him about shooting, back when there had been sharks falling from the sky.
... He wasn't expecting the fire when the first bullet hit. The fire was certainly new.
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Have you ever had one of those moments where everything seems to kind of move in slow motion? Sparkle had been through a few of them. There had been that one time in the dungeon, when the vampire had ripped his throat out. It had followed him around since, creeping into his nightmares now and again.
Now, watching the gout of red from Alec's throat, Sparkle had another one that he wasn't going to ever be able to let go of. But if there was any one upside to the world moving in slow motion, the rhythm of his heart pounding in his ears was nothing compared to how quickly he remembered the revolver in his bag. The one that he'd been intending to get rid of as soon as possible.
Well, it was in his hand, now, and he was firing off shots at the one nearest to Alec, repeating the things Atton had taught him about shooting, back when there had been sharks falling from the sky.
... He wasn't expecting the fire when the first bullet hit. The fire was certainly new.