Where Ryan and Gavin are a package deal before the FAHC
a marauding rumour, notorious from coast to coast, the Vagabond and
the Golden Boy; names that taste like blood. They drift from place to
place in patterns no one else can predict, taking jobs that catch
their fancy, leaving ruined bodies in their wake.
Vagabond is the mercenary, oversized and unforgiving, a masterclass
in brutal power. There are people who kill and then there are
killers, and the Vagabond has never once implied that he didn’t enjoy
his job. His disguise has become an icon, instantly recognised by any
in the know, a shorthand imagine for grisly ends. The mere presence
of the Vagabond sends a shot of dread into even the most experienced
of adversaries, primal fear born from a flawless record, from his
relentless drive and unmatched talent, from the way death bares its
teeth behind his eyes. Only one has laughed in the face of the
mercenary and lived to tell the tale, fondly and at great length.
Golden Boy is the talker, the charmer, the irrepressible deal maker.
He is blinding smiles and quick fingers, pretty knives and prettier
lies. Getting into his good graces is a boon of untold fortune, but
falling from them is a curse few survive. The Golden Boy’s shine
covers a dark streak, an edge of something deeply wicked and always
amused coated in false sweetness, in bubbling laughter and fickle
affections, in deceptively clean hands. Smarter than he’ll ever let
on the Golden Boy is always presented exactly how he means to be,
exactly how he needs to be, and no one sees even a flicker of emotion
he doesn’t intend. It’s easy to see his name in the visible affinity
for precious metals but it’s more than just that; the boy is walking
fortune, a well of good luck and perfect timing that never seems to
run dry - like everything he touches turns to gold.
an unusual partnership, their differences almost perfectly
symmetrical; the shadow and the sun, the apparition and the vision,
the reaper and the siren song. Cold apathy and vicious elation; a
mask to hide emotion and emotions used as a mask. Alone they’d each
be dangerous, together they are an unstoppable force.
that people haven’t tried. Not when they’ve made so many enemies,
when the bounty on their heads could buy small countries and they
serve no one but themselves. And each other. Their only perceivable
failing, that inexplicable devotion, adoration between monsters. It’s
not hard to spot, the ineffable way they’re linked together, a fond
affection beyond any business-only partnership. It’s visible in the
handles of Ryan’s knives, elaborately gilded in gold despite the
utilitarian matte black of all his guns. In the medallion Gavin never
takes off, differentiated from his other jewellery by the intricate
engraving of a distinctive skull. In the way they look at each other,
the way they talk to each other, the way they’ve both given up the
protection of hardened self-interest in favour of vicious loyalty.
Emotions so wildly out of place and yet even this is not the weak
link it should be; the two are rarely separated and never out of
contact, responding to threats against each other with a far greater
degree of horrifying retribution than is ever afforded to a threat
against them both.
many have tried and failed to understand their dynamic, attempting to
pick it apart and unravel hidden weakness. Countless numbers who
think the solution is to kill one, or the other; who’ve somehow
gotten it into their heads that either the Vagabond or the Golden Boy
is more valuable and the other is merely dead weight, easily
are those who claim the Golden Boy is the Vagabond’s pet; pretty and
pampered and merely tolerated by the assassin, more temporary appeal
than true partner. Those are the one’s who’ve seen Ryan huff long
suffering sighs as Gavin grows restless, seen him adopt the tone of a
frustrated parent speaking to an unruly child as he demands patience,
wraps commands in condescending endearments only to crumble into
indulgent acquiescence in the face of exaggerated insult. Who’ve seen
Gavin spin traps out of words then fade into the background while
Ryan does the heavy work, turning his nose up at blood and lamenting
are those who claim the Vagabond is the Golden Boy’s dog; boorish and
fierce and above all obedient. Those are the ones who’ve seen Gavin
command Ryan with a flick of his fingers, slink around the edges as
his bidding was done and offer crooning praise when a bloody head is
dropped at his feet. Who’ve seen the sharp violence of Gavin’s mind,
the way he pushes for slower and crueler and more entertaining; seen
how the Vagabond watches him with adoration in his eyes; a rabid
animal tame only in the presence of a master with equally sharp
is one of the few to see them as they truely are. To understand that
neither rumour was true, that both were, that power flowed equally
between the pair and neither could for one moment be thought useless
without the other. To see that their connection was less weakness
than it was violent strength, and realise that being forcibly
separated would only make them infinitely more volatile. Ramsey
noticed it all, and he wanted. He schemed. He sent out feelers, hints
and suggestions and little incentives. An invitation in blood and
gold and wicked chaos. In the only language they speak.
the Vagabond and the Golden Boy sweep into town Los Santos goes
still, holds its breath, prays to be forgotten. They’re not exactly
trying to be subtle, stories pop up all over the city, a nightmare of
violent shadows and polished gold but they don’t seek him out, so
Geoff waits. Patient despite the way his hair stands on end, the way
the back of his neck itches and he’s deafened by the relentless ticking of his own watch.
less surprising than it should be when they appear in the penthouse
unannounced; they were invited after all, in a manor of speaking, and
Geoff, ever the good host, narrowly prevents his growing crew from launching
into a firefight he’s not entirely confident they’d win. The Vagabond
looms, cold and unrelenting, demanding answers with tangible menace.
The Golden Boy lounges, smirk as lazy as his eyes are sharp, all
obnoxious comments and negligible threat. It’s a test. Geoff Passes.
3. So so so so this is what it feels like to match wits with someone at your level what the hell is the catch it’s the feeling of freedom of seeing the light it’s Ben Franklin with the key and the kite you see it right the conversation lasted two minutes maybe three minutes everything we said in total agreement it’s a dream and it’s a bit of dance a bit of a posture it’s a bit of a stance
2. I am in the Cabinet I am complicit in watching him grabbin at power and kissin it Washington isn’t gon listen to disciplined dissidents this is the difference this kiD IS OUT
1. IM TAKING THIS HORSE BY THE REINS MAKING REDCOATS REDDER WITH BLOODSTAINS LAFAYETTE AND IM NEVER GONNA STOP UNTIL I MAKE EM DROP AND BURN EM UP AND SCATTER THE REMAINS LAFAYETTE WATCH ME ENGAGIN EM ESCAPIN EM ENRAGIN EM LAFAYETTE
RED HOT: Three badass Marines light their smokes off a 50 caliber machine gun barrel that got red hot while firing at Red troops in central Korea. They are, left to right: Cpl. Charles E. Fritchman of China Lake, California, Pfc. James E. Hickman of Fort Worth, Texas, and Sgt. Donald MacGillivray, Chicago, Illinois. Ashland, Ohio, Times-Gazette. Monday Evening, May 7, 1951.
The following are videos from stages 2, 3, 4, and 6 from yesterday’s (05Nov2016) Infidel Gunfighter League three gun match at 37PSR, in Bunnlevel NC. It was super double plus good. Basically, it was a three gun training exercise run as a competition. Great idea.
The first stage was a weapon’s manipulations skills test, and didn’t get filmed. The second stage, below, was a solo rifle stage. Range rules for the entire event were high port when moving, a target was considered appropriately serviced with two A zone shots OR one shot in the head. Brown targets were baddies, whites were no shoots. In the second stage, below, there were three sets of targets color coded to their positions (look at the target stands): white from the first position, red from the second, and black from the third.
The next stage was a head to head rifle, pistol, and carbine shoot. I did pretty well, only dropping two shots. I still lost though (it didn’t help they other guy had one less target than I did, or that all his plates fell when hit).
The fourth stage was a solo pistol stage, focusing on lateral movement and multiple targets.
The fifth stage was a 100 yard rifle shoot. Untimed, with a spotter, the goal was to put three shots as close to the bullseye as possible, shot from prone. No real craziness there, and it also didn’t get recorded.
The final stage was a single man deliberate clear of a full 360 degreee shoothouse. It was SO MUCH FUN. It was also my first time ever in a shoothouse (or really shooting in/around any real structure), and was very educational. I did OK, I made two main tactical errors that I was penalized for. Not too shabby, if I do say so myself.
So that’s it. I am going back next month (asssuming that this doesn’t turn out to be training for Wednesday morning …), this was an excellent training day and huge fun as well. Thoughts, questions, and suggestions are welcome!
A/N: Here is chapter 6! It is part two of episode 4 from season 7. I just want to thank everyone who has shown this story love and support as well as showing me support. It truly means the world to me!
Rick ran right past Negan and Katherine into the house. Katherine’s’
heart was racing. She was hoping Carl didn’t actually kill one of
Negan’s men. That would just mean Negan would retaliate and no one
“Your people sure are fucking stupid.” Negan hissed as he pulled
her along into the house. When they walked in, they saw Carl pointing
a gun at three of Negan’s men.
“Carl, Carl, put it down.” Rick pleaded. Carl glared.
“No. He’s taking all of our medicine. They said only half our
“Of fucking course. Oh-ho. Really, Kid?”
Carl glared at him. He noticed for the first time Katherine was
there. He saw the way Negan had her wrist in his grasp and he
clenched the gun harder.
“You should let her go and leave before you find out how dangerous
we all are.”
Katherine’s eyes widened. Did he really just threaten Negan? She knew
Carl was just trying to help and protect everyone but all he was
doing was putting them in more danger.
“Well, pardon me, young man. Excuse the shit out of my fucking
French, but…did you just threaten me?” Katherine swallowed hard .
“Look, I get threatening Davey here, but I can’t have it. Not him,
With a burst of andrenaline out of fear of her brother getting hurt,
Katherine pulled her wrist out of Negan’s grasp. She ran over to
stand next to her father, missing the way Negan scowled.
“Carl, Carl look at me.” Carl locked eyes with his sister. “Just
put it down.” The two siblings kept their eyes locked on each
other. Carl’s hand had slightly loosened when Negan suddenly grabbed
Katherine’s wrist again and tugged her backwards. She winced at the
grip on her wrist.
“Don’t be fucking rude, Katherine.” Katherine saw the angry look
in his eyes. It had suddenly hit her that she had broken the rule he
had given her before they came to Alexandria. Him using her full name
confirmed and the look in his eyes told her she was in big trouble.
“We are having a conversation. Now, boy, where the fuck were we?
Oh, yea. Your giant, man-sized balls. No fucking threatening us.
Listen, I fucking like you, so I don’t want to go hard proving a
point here. You don’t fucking want that. I said half your shit, and
half is what I say it is. I’m serious. Fuck, do you want me to prove
how serious ? Again?”
Carl looked at his father who was giving him a pleading look. His
eyes flicked over to his sister who was giving him the same look.
“Please,” she mouthed silently. Carl exhaled sharply before
lowering the gun. Rick immediately took it from him with a sigh.
“You know, Rick this whole thing reminds me that you have a lot of
fucking guns. There’s all the guns you took from my outpost when you
wasted all my fucking people with a shit-ton of your own guns, and
I’m bettin’ there’s even more, which adds up to an absolute fuck-ton
of guns. An as this little emotional outburst just made crystal
fucking clear. I can’t allow that. They’re all mine now.”
Katherine’s eyes widened as Negan continued. “So tell me, Rick,
where the fuck are my guns?”
Rick lowered his gaze to the ground before turning around and leaving
the house. Negan looked at Davey.
“Davey, have the future serial killer here show you where her
fucking room is. Pack up all her clothes and put them in my truck.”
Davey nodded as Negan pulled her out of the house.
She wanted so badly to argue and say she could pack her own things,
not that she wanted to, but she knew Negan was mad at her and she
didn’t want to add onto it.
She stayed silent as they stopped in front of the garage where they
kept all of the food and weapons. She saw Olivia already standing
“I…figured you were coming.”
“Show him where the guns are, Olivia.” Olivia nodded as she
“The armory’s inside.”
“You run the show in here,” Negan asked, pulling Katherine around
to his front and letting go of her wrist in favor of wrapping his arm
around her waist. Rick scowled slightly.
“I-I just keep track of it all, the rations, the guns.” Negan
“Good. Smart. Don’t let me fucking stop you. Take her out,
boys. Show ‘em the goods.” Negan’s men all walked inside, Olivia
following. Rick moved to follow but Negan stopped him.
“Wait, wait, wait. While they’re at it, I just want to point
out to you that I’m not fucking taking a scrap of your food. Slim
pickin’s in here. And I can’t be the only one to notice that you got
a fucking fat girl in charge of keeping track of rations, can I?”
Katherine couldn’t help but scoff at the way he described Olivia.
“Either way, you starve to death, I don’t get shit, so for now, you
get to keep all the food. How ‘bout that?”
Rick looked up from the ground.
“What do you want me to say?”
“I don’t know, Rick. How about a fucking thank you. You think that
might be in order? Or is that to much to fucking ask?! What do you
think Kitty Kat, is that to much to ask?” Negan laughed not even
bothering to wait for Katherine’s answer, not that she would give
one. “Ohh. I know we started off on the wrong foot, but what can I
fucking say? You forced my hand, Rick. But it’s like I’ve been trying
to tell you, I’m a very reasonable fucking man as long as you
cooperate. Are you cooperating?”
“What’s it look like?”
“Oh-ho-ho. I know what it fucking looks like. But what I really
want to know is if we’re gonna find all the guns back there or if
maybe you got a few fucking just waitin’ for their moment…just like
Katherine’s eyes moved down to the bloody bat that her father was
still holding. She zoned out while a memory hit her.
“Henry! You can’t do that silly.”
The little boy laughed as Katherine helped him pick up all his
food off the table.
“But why Ms. Katherine?”
Katherine giggled and put the plate back on the table with the
food now cleaned up.
“Because the table isn’t hungry, but you are so eat your lunch.”
She tickled his side, making him squeal with laughter. Katherine
laughed as a knock sounded on the daycare door. Standing up, she
wiped her hands off before walking over and opening it.
She smiled seeing a middle aged woman standing there.
“Hi, can I help you?”
She noticed the hospital gown on the woman. It wasn’t abnormal for
patients to come down and visit. Some times spending time with the
children made them feel better.
“I’m um, I’m looking for Katherine?”
She took notice how the woman’s eyes widened slightly and looked her
over. Katherine squrimed slightly, a little uncomfortable. She felt
like the woman was sizing her up. She cleared her throat and gave a
small smile. “Can I help you with anything?”
“You don’t happen to know a Negan, do you?”
Katherine furrowed her eyebrows slightly as she nodded.
“I do. He’s my boyfriend. May I ask why?”
The woman’s eyes sarted to water as she gave a bitter smile.
“It’s nice to meet, you Katherine. I’m Lucille. Negan’s wife.”
Katherine remembered that day like it was yesterday. She had felt
like someone had punched her in the chest. Her and Negan had been
together for almost two months at that point and she had felt so
stupid for not realizing Negan was married. There were times when
they would be at her apartment and he would get a call before
immediately leaving. Sure she’d always ask him where had to run off
to but he would always tell her it was work related or he would kiss
her and take her to bed before she could even ask more questions. He
was a master manipulator.
He knew just what to do to get what he wanted.
“You know what today is, Rick? Today is a fucking banner say. Yes,
it is. I think this little arrangement we have is gonna work out just
Katherine stood by Negan’s side, watching as his men walked back and
forth, their arms loaded with all their guns. She watched as Daryl
walked past them. He looked so broken and in return, it broke
Katherine’s heart. She had never seen Daryl this way before.
“Hold up.” Negan said, taking a a hand gun out of one of his
men’s arms. “Let’s see if you’ve been taking good fucking care of
my guns.” He cocked the gun and pointed it at Daryl. Katherine’s
heart started to pound in her chest. She was relieved when he let
Daryl pass, instead raising his arm and shooting a window.
She let out a silent sigh of relief.
“Feels good. Sounds good! Oh, I do believe Lucille’s getting’ a
little jealous. What between these guns and my little Kitty Kat over
here.” He pulled Katherine to him. Katherine and her father kept
their eyes on each other, not wanting to feed into Negan’s games.
They continued to watch as all the guns were loaded in the truck.
They all turned their heads when they heard muffle crying. Arat was
pushing Olivia out of the garage.
“Arat, we don’t do that unless they do somethin’ to fucking deserve
it.” Arat stopped and handed him over the notebook that Olivia kept
“Yeah, we went throught the inventory. Guns in the armory, guns
they had around the walls, they’re short. Glock 9 and a .22 Bobcat.”
Negan’s face turned serious as he looked up at Olivia.
“Is that true?”
“We had some people leave town. Those guns probably went with
them.” Rick quickly said, trying to difuse the situation.
“So Olivia sucks at her job. Is that what you’re fucking sayin’?”
Rick quickly shook his head.
“No. No, I’m not sayin’ that.”
“There should be a full fucking accounting here, right? Top to
bottom. Am I right?
“No. I mean yes. The inventory is correct.”
“Good. But not so good, too. You see, what’s in here…isn’t
fucking there. You’re two handguns short. Do you know where they
Katherine swallowed hard. She said a silent prayer that Olivia did in
fact know where they are so this mess could get cleared up as quick
as possible because the look on Negan’s face right now, was scaring
her. It was the same look he had the night he killed two of her
Negan sighed and looked at Rick.
“That’s disappointing, Rick. I thought that we had a fucking
understanding. But this…well, this shows that someone’s not on
board and I can’t have that.”
He turned to Olivia and stepped closer to her.
“I don’t enjoy killing women. Men, I can waste them all the live
long. But at the end of the day, Olivia, my dear this was your
responsibility.” Olivia whimpered and Katherine’s heart was once
'He can’t kill her’ she thought. This was the one thing she had been
hoping they would avoid and now because some idiot took two guns
without anyone knowing, Olivia’s life was in danger. Katherine could
kill whoever did it.
“Look, we can work this out,” Rick said, stepping forward.
“Oh, yes, we can. And I’m going to, right fucking now.” Olivia
whimpered again as more tears fell from her eyes. Katherine’s heart
broke. Olivia was one of the sweetest people she knew. She didn’t
deserve to die for someone elses screw up.
“This was your job, and you screwed up. Keeping track of guns? That
shit is fucking life and death.” Negan turned to Rick.
“You go find those fucking guns for me, Rick. I’ll be keeping
Olivia here company. Arat, grab her.” Arat grabbed Olivia by the
arm while Negan grabbed Katherine’s wrist again and pulled her along.
“You can’t kill her.” Negan looked down at Katherine. They were
outside while Olivia was inside making lemonade for them, Arat
They had been away from her father for almost ten minutes and they
had yet to find the guns. She knew Negan was serious about killing
Olivia if he didn’t get those guns and she didn’t want that. She
didn’t want anymore of her friends or family to die.
“Not only can I, Kitty Kat, I fucking will if necessary.”
Katherine shook her head and stepped towards him.
“Negan, please. They’ve already lost so many people. P-please
Negan looked at her, his intense gaze making her squrim slightly.
“And why should I fucking do what you ask? You disobeyed me today.”
Katherine swallowed the lump in her throat.
“I-I was just trying to help back there. I didn’t mean to break
your rules. I-I’m sorry.”
Negan smirked and pulled her into his chest. One arm wrapped tightly
around her waist while his other hand gripped her chin and lifted her
gaze to meet his.
“Your friends need to learn. They need to learn that I am fucking
in charge now and there are consequences for their stupid mistakes.”
Katherine held in her tears as best as she could.
“Please Negan. Please don’t kill her.” She didn’t want to say
what she was about to, but what else was there to do? “I-I’ll do
anything.” She been hoping to never get into this situation but now
here they were and she was prepared to do anything he wanted in order
to keep her friends and family alive.
Negan’s smirk grew into a full toothy grin. His tongue poked out
between his teeth as he spoke.
“Is that fucking so?” Katherine tried not to tense. She slowly
nodded. “Ya know, I remember you saying that when I was gonna have
your daddy chop your little future serial killer brother’s arm off
and I didn’t fucking take you up on it. But now I think I will. So,
what do you fucking got for me, Doll? And it better be fucking good.”
“W-whatever you want.”
Negan smirked. Those words were music to his ears. He let for of her
chin in favor of cupping her cheek. Katherine felt him rub her cheek
with his thumb. She would have found it nice if hadn’t been for their
history. He bent down close so Katherine could feel his breath
hitting her lips.
“You’ll do anything?”
Katherine hesitantly nodded, not liking the look in his eyes. But
there was no turning back now. She was doing this for Olivia and
everyone else in Alexandria. Sherry’s words came back to her.
“A happy Negan means nobody gets hurt.”
Negan got closer to her, their noses bumping into each other.
“I’ve been thinking about getting another wife.” Katherine
felt her heart stop. In reality, she should have known that would probably be
what he wanted. But it still took her off guard. “And I think my
Kitty Kat would be perfect for it. You already know what I like, what
I don’t fucking like. You’d be the perfect wife, Doll.” He gave her
a villainous grin. “Yea, yea I fucking like that idea. I’ll spare
your little friend if you agree to join me in holy matrimony.”
In truth, she didn’t want to be his wife. She didn’t even want to be
near him. But she also didn’t want Olivia to die. And who knows,
she’d probably make him more angry if she refused. She then thought
about what her friends and family would think. Surely they’d
understand she did it to keep them all safe.
“Tick-tock Kitty Kat. The offer only stands for two more minutes.”
Katherine took a deep breath, willing herself not to cry.
“Good fucking choice, Doll. Consider your friend spared.”
“Negan!” Negan looked over Katherine’s shoulder to see Arat
“What?” He stood up straight while Katherine looked down at
“They found something.”
Katherine’s eyes widened as she choked on a sob. It would be her
luck that they find the guns right after she just agreed to be one of
“Good.” He looked down at Katherine, seeing a tear run down her
cheek. He had just got two more guns and a new wife. This day was
turning out to be better than he thought. “Let’s go get our guns,
Kitty Kat then we can go home and I can go over the rules and shit
for being my wife.”
Katherine sniffled as Negan wrapped his arm around her shoulder’s and
they made their way back out to the truck.
After getting the guns back and making sure everything was loaded,
they all headed back towards the front gates.
“Hell of a place you got here, Rick.”
Rick nodded, looking at Katherine who hadn’t said anything since
they found the guns. In fact she hadn’t even looked at him since
then. He immediately thought Negan had done something to her but
there was no way Negan was going to let him ask her about it.
Seeing something out of the corner of his eye, he looked behind
Negan. He saw Michonne standing in the abandoned shack that was just
inside Alexandria’s walls. Clearing his throat, he looked back at the
man in front of him.
“Give me a second.”
Negan looked him over and gave a small smirk.
“Please, can you just…give me a second?”
Negan didn’t say anything which Rick took as a yes. Katherine didn’t
look up as her father walked away. She was to filled with shame and
embarrasment to even look at him right now.
“What do you think? Should we tell your daddy about our fucking
union or do you think he’s had enough for one day?” Negan chuckled.
Katherine bit her tongue, not wanting to lash out at him. She just
settled for shaking her head. “Yea you’re probably right. Fuck, we
wouldn’t wanna add any more wrinkles to that face now would we?”
Katherine felt so sick to her stomach. She kept her eyes closed and
tuned everything out in an effort to keep the contents of her stomach
where they were. She had hid from this man for almost a year. She had
never wanted to see or be with him again, yet she had just agreed to
become his wife. If she had waited a few more minutes, she wouldn’t
have even had to answer because they would have found the guns. But
now there was no turning back. Now that she had agreed, she knew
Negan wouldn’t let her back out.
She hadn’t realized how long she had zoned out for until Negan
squeezed her shoulder. Snapping out of it, she heard him laughing.
“Jesus, even in the fucking apocalypse you still space out?”
Negan shook his head. “Say goodbye to your fucking daddy, Doll.
We’re going.” She looked up at him as he unwound his arm from her
waist. She immediately took the opportunity to run to her father.
Rick immediately wrapped his arms around her and held her close.
“I love you.” She whispered, squeezing him tight. Rick squeezed
back just as tight.
“I love you too. I’m gonna get you out of there, okay. I promise.”
Katherine nodded, more tears falling. She heard a throat clear and a
hand on her arm, pulling her out of her dad’s grip.
“Well wasn’t that fucking sweet. But we gotta get going, Rick. I’ve
got plans to make.” He smirked down at Katherine who glared at him.
He just laughed and led her over to the truck they rode in on.
Katherine got in and sat in her seat as Negan walked back over to her
father to grab Lucille.
She watched as he said something to him before walking back to the
truck. Once he was in, he looked at Davey who was in the drivers
“Let’s go Davey. I’ve got a wedding plan.”
Katherine closed her eyes as the truck roared to life and they
started driving back towards The Sanctuary. She didn’t know what to
expect now that she had agreed to be Negan’s wife. Would it actually
help her to keep him from killing her friends and family? What if she
did something to piss him off and he attacked her friends and family
The only thing she did know, is that she had just agreed to marry
Negan and now her life was never going to be the same.
Actually, sir, that would be a Mogami class heavy cruiser built and commissioned in the mid 1930s as light cruisers, armed with fifteen 155 millimeter guns mounted in five triple turrets, but were reclassified as heavy cruisers following a modernization that replaced the 155s with ten 203mm guns in five double mounts and are easily identifiable by the joining of the funnel and arrangement of guns with three forward and two aft-
WARNINGS: VIOLENCE, GORE, SWEARING, GUNS, this chapter has mentions of nightmares, gunshots and death
AN: It’s the finale of my ‘SAVE ME’ series! I really hope you enjoyed reading it,let me know if you liked it I’m thirsty for feedback. & please enjoy! As usual feel free to message me or ASK/REQUESTsomething! I’m sorry about the feels in advance, get your tissues ready guys.
Three gun shots. Three bodies. Three lives.
Dressed in all black with your hair pinned back into a smooth and sophisticated bun you climbed out of the car, the driver handed you your large metal crutches as the painful reminder of why you were there began to prick at your eyes. It had been two weeks since they were killed, you drank in your heartbreaking surroundings and prepared yourself for what was about to take place. The funeral. Hobbling up the stairs outside the church you were greeted with three familiar faces, each of them puffy from crying but simultaneously somewhat happy to see you there.
“Y/N, hey.. Thanks for coming.” Jimin pulled you into a warm embrace, being careful not to touch your still very painful leg,
“I wanted to be here.” You breathed shakily as you forced a smile, trying to keep the threatening tears at bay,
“I still can’t believe it…” Serena mumbled as she hugged your frame, her voice no louder than a whisper,
“Me neither.. I, uh-” You coughed out, the underlying guilt of what happened still raw in your mind. Luckily your discomfort didn’t go unnoticed and a low voice interrupted the harrowing conversation, “Are we all ready to go inside?” Hoseok asked, resting his large hand on your shoulder blade,
“Mhm.” You forcefully pulled your lips into the faintest smile as he helped you inside the building and to your seat.