Gun Safety
It was a curious object, not one that was left around very often. In fact, Boy was pretty sure he’d never seen it laying around the castle ever. The kitchen was empty but for the four year old and the gleaming weapon.
It was Liu’s special toy, but there was no Liu around to yell at him for just looking…
Boy picked up the small handgun, finding it surprisingly heavy. His hands were too small to hold it like Liu did, Boy had to wrap both his fists around the grip to hold it up.
It smelled like oil.
Liu made his own bullets for his gun and they were super shiny. They came out of the barrel so fast not even most of Boy’s brothers could outrun it. Eyeless cursed a lot when he had to go dig a bullet out of someone.
But what made it come out?
“Hey Squirt, watcha got there?”
“Liu forgot his toy,” peering down the dark gun barrel with one eye.
The four year old was completely unprepared for the hard pull on the back of his head. Boy’s head jerked backwards at the same time his hands spasmed on the gun grip. Boy shrieked in surprise, not because of the deafening boom of the gun, but because Hoody had yanked on his hair and now his head hurt.
“Owwww!”
“Jesus christ I think my heart stopped,” Hoody wheezed. He scooped up the four-year old and then the gun from the floor where he’d dropped it. “Where the fuck is Liu?” Boy sniffled all the way to the game room where BEN was playing a war game and Laff was stretched out across the couch like a puppet with cut strings.
Hoody repeated himself as he dropped the baby on Laff’s stomach, making the clown grunt. “Where the fuck is Liu? I need to kick his ass.”
“Outside.” BEN muttered distractedly. “Trying to kill Toby.”
“Right. Watch the baby.”
BEN nodded, not looking up from the TV. Laff gave the toddler an awkward pat on the head as Hoody left the room, gun still in hand.