Warning this is part 6 a series post.
Chapter One: This Anit That!
Part Six
Willing, shocked, and impressed smirks at the young man before responding.
“Son, two things are for certain…” he says, still holding the shotgun.
“One, whoever you are, I am slightly impressed. I haven’t seen moves like that in a very long time.”
“There is a saying that me and my friends have, and I know it applies to a situation like this.” Willing continues racking his shotgun.
The man is not frightened by the sound of the racking shotgun.
He remains posed, steps forward, and responds, “No, what that? Enlighten me.”
“Indeed.” Willing swiftly responses, firing the shotgun point-blank range.
Boom Boom
However, again, the blast seems to go right through its target.
The buck shots scatter and smack against the wall, knocking chunks of brick and wallpaper littering to the floor.
The man knife chops the shotgun barrel and then grabs it from Willing.
He takes the shotgun and thrusts it towards the back wall.
It hits the wall and lands amongst Willing’s hoarded living quarters.
“Now that we got that out of the way, what’s the second thing you had to say?” He said, looking Willing directly in the eyes before continuing.
“Or is there something else you’re going to pull out that rocking chair,” he finished, pointing at the rocking chair with a smirk.
Willing doesn’t respond or move for a few seconds.
After pausing, Willing puts his hand under his chin and then responds.
“Naw, perhaps you should just introduce yourself,” Willing says, joining the young man in his smirk.
The man’s face goes stone before responding, “My name is Abel. I am your great-great grandson.”
End Part Six
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Peace.
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