The Second Coming

My arm was still stuck to the stupid dying bird.

The white Owl landed near the cliff and looked at me with those giant eyes.

It wasn’t hard to tell it was angry.

I panicked, and only a single idea came to my head.

It should work.

I grab the gun and grimace at the idea.

I shoot my own arm off.

A single shot was enough, thanks to the very close distance of the muzzle actually touching my skin.

I had to tear the rest of it off.

The pain was still as insane as always. So painful, I was sweating like crazy, as my mind was clear of any thoughts. Blood started pouring like crazy from the wound. I should have been biting something other than my lip, but the damage was done.

I had just one more bullet left.

I pointed the gun towards the giant white Owl.

It screeched at me with so much force, I was blown a couple of feet away from it.

I rolled with not a lot of elegance, and again tried to aim at the giant stupid bird.