Forest Dweller
You concentrate, finally seeing through his fingers. There it is, a crude mechanism that makes you sick. Within instants you realize how it works, then break a small piece in each of his finger- making sure not to break it enough for him to notice. You curl some of the metal into the bullet hole so part of it will backfire if he tries to fire. When you are done, he looks none the wiser.
"Go on, shoot me. I dare you. I'll even close my eyes." You say, closing your eyes and praying for the best.
"Idiot kid." He says, tensing his fingers. There is a pause, then you hear a cry of agony. Opening your eyes you see that the fingers he used to shoot you with have exploded, and he looks at them with disgust.
"Snot nosed punk... like that'll help." Grinning, and to your horror, he rips off his right hand with his left hand. He throws it into the air and it falls, then stops short before it hits the ground. It rises up and the fingers clench on to his remaining hand, then rip it off. Both hands ignite in flames and burn away. He holds his bloody stumps off and to your even greater horror you see lines appearing where his hands had been. More and more appear, forming a graphic image of his former hand. Then, with a flash, his hands are back.
"Round two, kid."
"Go on, shoot me. I dare you. I'll even close my eyes." You say, closing your eyes and praying for the best.
"Idiot kid." He says, tensing his fingers. There is a pause, then you hear a cry of agony. Opening your eyes you see that the fingers he used to shoot you with have exploded, and he looks at them with disgust.
"Snot nosed punk... like that'll help." Grinning, and to your horror, he rips off his right hand with his left hand. He throws it into the air and it falls, then stops short before it hits the ground. It rises up and the fingers clench on to his remaining hand, then rip it off. Both hands ignite in flames and burn away. He holds his bloody stumps off and to your even greater horror you see lines appearing where his hands had been. More and more appear, forming a graphic image of his former hand. Then, with a flash, his hands are back.
"Round two, kid."