09-06-2023, 01:55 PM
It was two days after her first hunt when Abryanna the huntress pulled her car into the parking lot of a local funeral home. Abryanna got out dressed in a black dress and carrying a large black bag. She walked in the door and to one of the main rooms where Peter and Jerry were laid out in coffins. Peter's best friend George stood in front of Peter's coffin. He was a tall heavy set man with dark brown eyes and short brown hair. At the side of the room were the rest of their close little circle of friends Donald and Bob. Donald a tall muscular man with dark brown hair down over his collar and Bob a shorter well built man with his head almost shaved. Abryanna walked up beside George, dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief.
"They were so young." sobbed Abryanna softly.
"I can't believe they're gone." answered George trying to hold back tears.
"And they died so hard, both of them shot in the belly." said Abryanna trying to stifle a smile.
"How would you know that?" asked George as he turned toward Abryanna.
Abryanna reached into her bag and pulled out a small pistol with a silencer on the barrel. She pushed the barrel tightly into George's belly above his pants and angled it up. She smiled when she felt how his soft belly gave under the pressure. Thip. Thip. Thip. George's brown eyes widened as he stood up on his toes. Donald and Bob heard the noise and turned toward Abryanna. Thip. Thip. Both men raised their hands beside their heads, closed their eyes tightly, clenched their teeth and slammed back into the wall.
"My favorite sound the world, bodies hitting dry wall." laughed Abryanna.
Donald and Bob slid down to seated positions as blood stained their shirts over their chest. Donald opened his mouth and blood ran from the corner. Thip. Thip. Thip. Thip. Donald and Bob jerked, but made no noise as Abryanna pumped a couple of rounds into their bellies for good measure. Bob opened his eyes and they rolled upward. George sank to his knees with both hands cupped on his belly. Abryanna took out her empty clip and loaded in a full one.
"You! You shot me in the gut!" gasped George.
Thip. Thip. George grimaced as bullets cut through his thighs. Abryanna smiled as she knelt in front of him.
"If you think the first five bullets hurt, then this one is going to be agony." said Abryanna as she tucked the silencer into the frunt of George's pants.
"Oh no! Please don't do that." gasped George.
Thip. George's eyes widened and he let out a little squeal as he was castrated by the shot. Abryanna pulled the gun out of his pants and George bent over where his forehead touched the floor. Thip. George let out a little grunt as a bullet hit between his shoulder blades. Abryanna put her pistol back in her bag and pulled out a pair of twin daggers. She put one in Jerry's belly and the other in Peter's belly. Abryanna smiled as she skipped out of the funeral home.
"They were so young." sobbed Abryanna softly.
"I can't believe they're gone." answered George trying to hold back tears.
"And they died so hard, both of them shot in the belly." said Abryanna trying to stifle a smile.
"How would you know that?" asked George as he turned toward Abryanna.
Abryanna reached into her bag and pulled out a small pistol with a silencer on the barrel. She pushed the barrel tightly into George's belly above his pants and angled it up. She smiled when she felt how his soft belly gave under the pressure. Thip. Thip. Thip. George's brown eyes widened as he stood up on his toes. Donald and Bob heard the noise and turned toward Abryanna. Thip. Thip. Both men raised their hands beside their heads, closed their eyes tightly, clenched their teeth and slammed back into the wall.
"My favorite sound the world, bodies hitting dry wall." laughed Abryanna.
Donald and Bob slid down to seated positions as blood stained their shirts over their chest. Donald opened his mouth and blood ran from the corner. Thip. Thip. Thip. Thip. Donald and Bob jerked, but made no noise as Abryanna pumped a couple of rounds into their bellies for good measure. Bob opened his eyes and they rolled upward. George sank to his knees with both hands cupped on his belly. Abryanna took out her empty clip and loaded in a full one.
"You! You shot me in the gut!" gasped George.
Thip. Thip. George grimaced as bullets cut through his thighs. Abryanna smiled as she knelt in front of him.
"If you think the first five bullets hurt, then this one is going to be agony." said Abryanna as she tucked the silencer into the frunt of George's pants.
"Oh no! Please don't do that." gasped George.
Thip. George's eyes widened and he let out a little squeal as he was castrated by the shot. Abryanna pulled the gun out of his pants and George bent over where his forehead touched the floor. Thip. George let out a little grunt as a bullet hit between his shoulder blades. Abryanna put her pistol back in her bag and pulled out a pair of twin daggers. She put one in Jerry's belly and the other in Peter's belly. Abryanna smiled as she skipped out of the funeral home.