[ WP ] You have guns for hands

`` Guns...'' he whispered, a line of blood dripping down his temple. `` Guns do n't kill people.'' 
 
 `` No.'' I said. `` People with guns for hands kill people.'' 
 
 The leather grip made a satisfying crack in the silence of the concrete room. A glob of blood arced out his mouth, narrowing missing a figure that jerked away from the wall. 
 
 `` Jesus fuck Ray. I know you ca n't aim, but goddamn.'' 
 
 Pistil flicked me off, slender finger barely visible behind the gun barrel extending up the back of her hand. It was seamless, worked right into the flesh of her wrist. Not a hackjob like me. 
 
 `` Right, sorry.'' I wiped the blood absently on my thigh. As I made to join her, there was a moment when strength left my legs. A long shuddering breath was wrested out of me. Pistil saw. Her smile flickered for a moment. 
 
 `` You uh, okay there boss?'' 
 
 `` Yeah, fine. I'm fine. I, I was the last one right?'' 
 
 She did n't say anything, pointedly looking away. 
 
 `` *I'm fine*,'' I said again, and this time I could feel the composure returning to my voice. She glanced back at me, then smiled. `` We've all had our turns.'' 
 
 `` It's time then.'' 
 
 `` Yeah.'' 
 
 `` Go get the others.'' 
 
 She did, and without further comment, which was unheard of. I must have been more rattled than I thought. I made a deliberate effort to calm myself down. Deep, calming breaths. 
 
 The head of the NRA let out a pained whimper from where I'd left him in the corner. 
 
 I heard the sound of footsteps. I turned to regard them. Pistil led the group, flanked by her twin, Stamen. It was one of the bad days. He came in on his hated wheelchair, telltale bulges poking out of his kneecaps. 
 
 Then came Headcannon in her little red beanie. She'd taken to it for the better part of a year now. Ever since she realized it could keep her from tearing out her hair during the worse episodes. Buckshot held her by the hand, mute as ever. And finally poor, poor GunNut. 
 
 I was so proud of them all. Standing here, despite being broken down every single day of their lives. They all deserved their place here. 
 
 “ It ’ s time. ” I said. “ To revenge ourselves on he who did this to us. ” 
 
 They nodded as one. We had all agreed. Those of us who had stomach or desire for what was to come had long since departed. 
 
 “ Then if we ’ re all ready, ” I began. 
 
 `` Wait, ” said Pistil, “ We, uh. We decided you should do the honors. You know, seniority and all that.'' 
 
 They all nodded again. 
 
 “ You led us here, ” said Stamen grudgingly. 
 “ You deserve it, ” said Headcannon. 
 Buckshot patted me on the shoulder. 
 “ Something something brass balls, ” said GunNut, grinning. 
 
 “ I ’ m flattered guys. ” I said. “ But even if I wanted to, I couldn ’ t. Two guns for hands. No hands for triggers. ” 
 
 “ I brought string, ” said Headcannon helpfully. 
 
 “ Yes you did, ” said Pistil, taking it from her and patting her on the head. Headcannon glared at her reproachfully. Pistil continued on, oblivious. 
 
 Pistil led the string between my two triggers, bringing both ends to my teeth. Her fingers lingered on my lips for a moment, the cool metal of her gun resting against my cheek. She broke away. 
 
 “ All yours, ” she said sheepishly. 
 
 We walked up to him, shuddering there on the floor. He looked to us with bright wide eyes. To his credit, he didn ’ t try to dissuade us. 
 
 I gritted my teeth, almost gnawing the treads away with the force of my jaw. But I knew I couldn ’ t. It wasn ’ t mine alone. I let the string fall from my mouth. 
 
 “ It ’ s not my right, ” I said, “ I can ’ t do it alone. ” 
 
 Pistil came first, embracing me from behind. “ We ’ ll do it together, ” she said. 
 She held the string behind me to either side. 
 
 “ Eww, ” said GunNut. “ Boss spit. ” 
 Buckshot said nothing and he did it with a grim and solemn way. 
 “ Typical, ” said Stammen. “ Need ’ s our help to the last. ” 
 “ Thank you, ” said Headcannon simply. 
 
 I smiled. 
 
 “ Ready? ” I asked. 
 “ Aim! ” yelled Pistil. 
 
 We braced as one. 
 
 “ Fire! ” We all screamed together.
