The Elements (CURRENTLY BEING EDITED AND REWRITED)

I aimed my hand cannon or John (that's how I call him) to the head of the target. When I was more then sure that I calculated the distance and the other important things perfectly I pressed the trigger. The bullet when through the middle of the target's head.

"This would be more fun if instead of a target would be a real person." I said while I recharged John.

"I must agree with you." Sparky said while throwing a knife at her target.

Right in the head. Exactly how I thought.

I decided to practice a little with my M-4 Carbine too. This one is Thunder and it's my personal favorite.

I got in my position and I was aiming the target again. "So you said you wanted to talk about something?"

She pulled out another set of knives about I had no idea. Sue me, I know almost everything about guns but I know nothing about knives.

"Yeah. You never told me what happened when I was at my aunt." she throws another knife right next to the other one.

My grip tighten on Thunder and she noticed because added quickly "But you don't have to tell me if you don't feel comfortable too. Actually, let's forget about this and let's practice because this is our last session before the mission."

Today is Sunday and in tomorrow we have our suicidal mission. This 2 weeks flied a little too fast, but somehow we managed to discus every little detail.

I pressed the trigger 2 times in a row and the bullets flied through the same spot as the other ones. "It's fine. I need to tell you one day and I think is better to tell you now. At least now I can distract myself from starting to cry like a baby so..."

Another knife was threw. "Okay. If you feel like talking."

I backed away a little to try aiming from a bigger distance. "In the first night after you left I had another memory coming back. But this time wasn't as bad as the other ones. This one was terrifying." I tighten my grip on the gun because my hands started to shake. "All of us, the brothers, were in the garden. Some of us were playing football another ones were just watching. Everything was perfect until the sky turned grey. A sign that darks were close. Mom and dad went outside to get us into the house at safe place. Until now nothing too wrong right?"

This time I pressed the trigger 3 times before I started to speak again. "Me, being the stupid idiot I am even in our days, I refused to go inside. I wanted to help my dad. I wanted to protect my family. Back then it looked like a good idea. But I was so fucking wrong."

I stopped talking when my voice began to shake a little. I took a deep breath and shoot again another 3 bullets. "The final result was my mom and dad dying. They died protecting me. Me, a stupid kid who couldn't follow a simple order like going into that fucking house!"

Now I was shooting bullet after bullet trying to calm myself down. I don't even know in which direction the bullets were going. I don't even know where I was right now. My mind was replaying that day again and again.

"Hey, Shads. It's okay. You didn't had how to know that that was going to happen. It's not your fault. Stop beating yourself for that. I don't understand why are you still insisting that this is your fault even if your brothers told you the same thing like me: It's not your fault."

I stopped shooting when she puts her hand on my shoulder. I couldn't look at her so I kept looking ahead.

"I feel guilty. That's why. And sorry to be rude, but you can't say a word to make me feel better. Sorry Sparky." I said and gathered my things back into the big military bag. "We should go and rest. It's already late."