I hurried to the next tree and peered around it carefully. No sight of my query, so I moved on softly. I knew the guy was nearby. He had just shot one of my friends straight in the heart. I never saw somebody fall so fast. I tried to save my friend, but it was obviously too late, so I took off after shooter. I tried to tackle the guy, but he flew past me in a blur.
My special ops training allowed me to track that bastard this far, but he seemed to have vanished. I noticed a woman and a man in what seemed like a very emotional conversation a ways away from me. The woman seemed to notice me and gave me a thumbs up signal. I was confused why she signaled me, but then I realized the signal wasn’t for me. I looked up in the branches of the tree.
There he was, bow drawn. I grabbed him by the leg and threw him to the ground, the bow and arrow scattering into the underbrush. The little guy tried to fly off again, but I grabbed him by the wings and pinned him to the earth. A couple quick backslaps to the face took the fight right out of him.
“Why did you do that to my buddy?” I asked the bastard.
The guy looked like I asked the dumbest question on the planet. “Because that’s my job?” he asked.
“Well you shot the wrong man, and for that you will have to pay the price,” I finished saying just as the woman who had signaled earlier did a flying tackle on my distracted behind. I rolled off the little guy and he was off into the air like a shot. I shook my fist at the little bugger as he flew out of sight.
I got back to my feet ready to give that woman a piece of my mind, but she was bawling, lying on the ground. “What is wrong with you?” I asked.
“He was going to shoot my boyfriend. Then we wouldn’t have broken up,” she said.
I couldn’t believe my ears. “Are you crazy?” I asked.
She got up and looked at me with pure hatred. “Who are you to judge me?” she asked. She then turned and hobbled off. I threw my hands up in the air. “Get going you stupid idiot,” I said. “I did you a favor.”
She flipped me off from behind as she continued to walk away. I was so glad this fiasco was over. I hoped to never see her sorry behind ever again. That’s when I felt it. That little bastard had picked up his kit and shot me.
As I watched the woman of my dreams walking out of my life, hating me forever, I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know what to say. I just wanted to be loved.
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