The moment the human weapon whumpee finally snaps. Years of pain and manipulation has stolen their life. They hate themselves. They have no one. But they have a gun. Whumper thinks they have their weapon broken. They are, just not in the way whumper thinks.
Whumper's bedroom is unprotected. Whumpee keeps them safe. They are untouchable. But now their hubris will be their downfall.
The gun is light in their hand. Whumpee has never felt this confident; this free. They feel no remorse as they shoot once. Two. They count every bullet until the click of any empty clip.
The laughter comes. And goes and goes and goes. Even as the sound attracts everyone else. As their legs are kicked out from under them. As the handcuffs circle their wrists. They just laugh and laugh.
Whatever else happens means nothing. For the first time, they are free.
