Page 46 of Savage Throne
Ignore it for now. Just win.
I fired at the sixth target.
Just like that, the bullet hit its mark.
I’d thought that these targets would give me problems but they were easier than I’d assumed.
I rushed to the seventh target, my mind was spinning now replaying the image of that red liquid over and over.
Is it what I think it is? No. It can’t be.
Unable to help myself, I glanced back at the second and third targets.
No. . .
Now both of those targets were dripping red too.
No. No. No.
My stomach churned and a cold sweat broke out along my neck.
This wasn’t paint.
This wasn’t some sick illusion Leo had set up.
It looked too real.
Too much like blood.
But how can this be possible?
Song spoke. “Focus.”
Shivering, I shot the seventh target, the force of the gunshot vibrating through my arms.
So off my game, I missed.
I blinked and shot again.
The bullet didn’t even hit the target.
Alright. Stop thinking about the blood and just hit the circle. You can do it.
I only got three shots. If I couldn’t get this gold point then it didn’t matter that I had hit the earlier ones.
The game would be over.
You can do it.
I cleared my mind and aimed.
The bullet hit the mark this time, creating another jolt of vibration along my arms but the satisfaction I had felt before had faded.
The red liquid on the first three targets gnawed at my mind, distracting me.
I knew that seventh had fucked up my good time.
In seconds, I was in front of the eighth target.
