This is the Eleventh and Final part of the story!
Find the prequels here:
Part 1- Twittering Tales: Statues
Part 2- Flash Fiction: Nice Neighborhood
Part 3- Twittering Tale: Raindrops
Part 4- Flash Fiction: Briefing
Part 5- Flash Fiction: The Hunt Begins
Part 6- Flash Fiction: Target Sighted
Part 7- Flash Fiction: Ready
Part 8- Flash Fiction: Clash
Part 9 – Flash Fiction: Clash 2
Part 10 – Flash Fiction: Clash 3
Happy reading! 🙂
The naive boy had come under pressure and taken his shot too early. She only had to move her body slightly, and the bullet passed harmlessly from her side. Now he was her prey. Nothing could stop her. The idiot boy would die first, and soon the sniper would join his colleague. Then she would have her time with Perseus. She would savor the sound of his last breaths wane, and then she would add him to her statue collection. She had pursued her vengeance for so long now, and finally it was within her grasp.
Billy had watched in dismay as his shot missed. The recoil of the heavy weapon had knocked him back. He could feel his shoulders bleeding. He knew he could not take another shot, even if his body was in a condition to. His arms slumped down, still clutching the gun, waiting for the inevitable to happen. He saw Medusa cackling, ready to deliver the death blow on him. And then, she stopped moving, a pair of arms holding her back.
Medusa could feel her nemesis’ arms wrapped around her. Her movement was completely restricted. The creator of statues, was now unable to move herself. She heard the voice of Perseus coming from behind her.
Billy did as he was instructed. He got back to his feet and summoned the last dregs of his strength. He aimed at the immobilized Medusa’s heart, and fired. This time the recoil broke his arm, and knocked him further back. The bullet went clean through Medusa’s heart. A perfect shot.
Perseus had held on to Medusa until the very last second. He had not let go until the bullet had passed clean to her heart. He had known what would happen after that. However, he was prepared for it. He slumped to the ground next to Medusa, the bullet having gone through his chest as well. Perseus felt himself drift into darkness.
Cadet Billy and Agent Keynes watched from afar as Medusa’s body began crumbling into dust. Perseus lay motionless. The two agents rushed to check up on him. There were no signs of life. He was gone. Billy looked at Keynes. Keynes heaved a sigh.
“Mission successful, Cadet.”
Billy nodded, clutching his broken arm. Speaking of broken arm, he believed he would hang on to the heavy weapon. He started walking towards where he had dropped it.
“You better not be thinking of stealing my gun.”
Billy and Keynes turned around to face the source of the faint voice. They saw Perseus back on his feet. Billy stood with his mouth open.
“Hold on. You died.”
“Yeah, well, it didn’t stick.”
Keynes smiled to himself as Perseus walked up to his gun, and picked it up. He turned to Billy.
“Besides, someone needs to train this kid…”
Word Count: 475
Weekly Writing Prompt #156
AUTHORS! Flash Fiction Challenge 27 August 2018
This was real fun for me, creating a series out of various weekly prompts. I do hope you had fun reading it as well. Would love to hear your thoughts on the series.
The scene in which Medusa and Perseus get shot, was inspired from Dragon Ball Z :
Happy reading! 🙂