Catch 33

"You picked the wrong prick to stalk blue-eyes," his gravely voice tore through me with venom and pride he couldn't hide, balanced behind the weight of his .357 magnum revolver-- his six-shot problem solver. "I baited you like a hand-fed catfish, so-how-do-you-feel-now, bitch?" The twitch of his mouth with a smirking sneer made it even harder to hear.

"Catch 33," I replied with a hint of fear and a single tear.

"Excuse me?!" He scoffed, cocking the hammer, ready to pop a round off.

"I'd explain, but you'd think me insane.. might shoot me the way your finger lingers in the trigger guard-- then, getting an answer would be awfully hard," I prompted with a tremble which easily resembled the cautious uncertainty for what he intended to do with me, "You see, bait only works when the fish is hungry and I'm a starving fish in this country."

He looked confused and ready to abuse the power he was sure he had over me. Wordless grumbling and a point of the barrel like something feral, held back, to give me the slack to finish what I was saying.

"You may think I should be praying, but you're assuming I didn't intend to be here, meddling with every murderous gear you have,"I paused, watching him get split in halve; fighting between hearing me out and expending a bullet to end his own doubt, "Clout to calamity for trying to trick me-- but neither of us will be leaving, until we're done breathing this toxic air because I like to share..."

He didn't care enough to stop himself from shooting me in the shoulder, trying to prove he had colder blood than I, "Die slow blue-eyes, how's that for an unexpected surprise?" Another shot, this one to my gut with a look of doom in his loom over his prize amid my cries.

"You don't even realize," I laughed in pain as my blood began to pool on the floor, "the more I bleed the better chances I have to survive-- Tell me, how alive do you currently feel? How steely is your gaze? Or has the haze overtaken your ability to aim?"

He shamed himself taking the third shot, missing me completely, and unwittingly confirming how neatly it was all working. I watched him start jerking as the poison lurking in his blood, seized his body.

"Haughty handsome no-one, didn't know when to call it done," I taunted as I grew weak from the leak of my own life liquid, "livid and lame, you're all the same, Catch 33 to make you feel free, so you wouldn't see it was all meant to be."

He reached for me, fisting my shirt with a growling howl that lifted me off the ground, "What did you do?!" Too close to miss now, he put the business end of the barrel in my face to replace the dominance he'd already lost.

"Exhaust.." I whispered observing his waver as his own weight became too much to hold up, "a pup pulling the wool over the big-dog's eyes... you can't judge a danger by it's size."

His gaze devoid of the lies was full of shock and terror like no other. Smothered by a silent attack from his own Cadillac and my artful ingenuity to end his incongruity and raping promiscuity. Taking a part of me with him, in my own murderous sin, uncertain, if I'd ever take another breath in.

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