@burdened-boy
Continued from here!
“Trust me, you’ll be back to your plants before you can say ’succulent,” the killer muttered, retrieving the shotgun. With one hand on the wheel and the other on the gun, Limbo popped the breech open and slid one of the cupholder shells into one side. He reached over to the glovebox, hesitating for a moment (he didn’t want Kira to think he was reaching for her legs) and drew another, nearly identical projectile. The only difference was that this shell had a slit cut across it, about halfway down. Maybe Kira knew, maybe she didn’t; this was a trick borrowed from the Great Depression, and one Limbo was quite fond of using.
With the now-typical dual consecutive booms, Limbo’s humble shotgun crushed the front doors of the undercover cop car like soda cans. The cut shell, filled with buckshot, was the star of this show, as it exploded out from the weapon with enough force to smash concrete. He sped away from the scene, the entire drive-by seeming to be done in just a few motions.
She wanted to be a smartass- say 'succulent' like it would magically transport her back home.
But she wasn't Dorothy, and this wasn't Oz.
Made all the clearer by him taking the sawed off shotgun into his hand. Reaching over her for the glove compartment. She merely moves her body out of his way. Pressing up against the door of the car. She didn't recognize that this shell was different. Only that it was a shell sliding into the chamber.
And as they drove by, she wasn't sure what she was expecting. But the booms emitting from the car make her hands fly to her ears and a hiss to pass her lips. Eyes watch as the front of the car is practically smashed inwards. The people inside likely shredded if not by the first shot, then the second shot most definitely.
Her nerves are fried, she wails at him, her head turning swiftly to watch the sight disappear behind them.
"What the FUCK is WRONG with you?! Goddammit!" She'd shove him if she didn't know better. As if she wants to be on the receiving end of the ultra violence he didn't even flinch at dishing out.
She understands that he can't afford to get pulled over. Let alone have a vehicle matching the description of her kidnapping and robbery be tagged heading this way at this time. Even if they didn't get pulled over. It, of course, made sense in a fucked up way.
But she's just a civilian. Fried and just wanting to go home.
Kira sinks back into her seat, facing forward. Curling in on herself and pulling her jacket further over her form. Pouting it would seem.
