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This was the
second time in as many hours someone pointed a gun at his head and Stein’s
patience was wearing thin. After all the
years, you’d think he’d know better than to get involved with people
again. Solitude always proved to be his
best friend.
In a blur of
motion, Stein grabbed the rifle by the barrel, snatching it away from the man. Turning the weapon on him, Stein growled.
“Idiot men
and their idiot inventions.”
“Stein! Don’t hurt him.” Annie crossed the vacant lot in purposed but
cautious strides.
“Please,
mister, I thought you was one of them and didn’t want nobody to hurt Trudy is
all.”
The young
man’s hands trembled and the fear in his eyes read like a billboard.
Stein leaned
into the rifle’s sights, bringing them to rest square on the boy’s
forehead. He glanced down at Trudy
beside him, who watched the whole scene playing out in wide-eyed
amazement. Slowly he lowered the gun,
gripping both ends of the barrel and bending it in half.
Pulling back his hood, he said, “Maybe
I’m a bit of both.”
And there you go. The
mystery that is Stein deepens. In case
you haven’t notice, his people skills are somewhat lacking. Let’s see how he does in a group
setting. Thanks for reading and please
leave a comment and let me know what you thought. See you in seven!
