Am I Prey?

Master stood several feet away.

Concentrate.

You can do this.

I closed my eyes.

I breathed in.

I felt the gun in my hands.

Its weight.

The feeling it transmits.

The cold metal.

I raise my hand.

Here we go.

And I shot.

Master shot back, so fast I barely even saw him draw his gun.

I hear the two bullets clash with each other.

Master had effectively shot, predicted where I would curve my bullet, and had curved his own to deflect mine.

“How can I do that?” I asked him.

“You have to figure that for yourself. Until you do, we will keep doing it until you can hit me”

And so, we kept going until dawn.

I thought about it long and hard.

I tried even harder.

“You are ready”

Master took me to the town and said to go to the bartender once more and tell him that I am ready.

And so, I went to the bar.

The people looked at me with dread still, even though I had lived with them for quite some time now.