I couldn't move, my muscles wouldn't allow it. I was just staring into the eyes of death. But don't take this the wrong way, I wasn't scared, just cautious.
If Steve exploded, we ALL would be in trouble.
"Steve, put the gun down." I said, as calmly as possible.
Steve rolled his eyes, "You can't be serious."
Steve smiled, "I've been wanting to do this for a long time." he lifted his shotgun and pointed it right at me.
Beth was holding back tears, I know. One, because I was about to be shot. And two, I was about to be shot by her brother.
"NO!" Beth yelled.
Steve pointed it at her, "SHUT UP!"
"NO STEVE! YOU SHUT UP! I love you! But why is it that you are just so ANGRY all the time?!" I'd never heard her scream so loud, "You're just such a...such a...a sadist! A miserable little sadist!"
I suppressed my smile and ever so slowly started moving to the left, pass Dani, and all the way to the point where I was almost behind him.
All the way Beth just kept screaming at him, I could tell she was trying to distract him at this point.
Steve must have realized this cause he spun around and looked at me, "HEY!"
The sound of a gunshot rang through my ears, as an excruciating pain shot through my body. I flew backwards onto the ground, and dust shot up. I felt like I was going to pass out, but I wasn't going to let myself do it. I sat up and looked down at my chest, where there was some blood smeared across my shirt.
I bit my lip and stared at Steve, who looked as though he had gone into shock. I looked down at my chest again, realizing that only one shard of the bullet had made impact, lucky me.
I fell backwards, pretending to pass out.
I heard Beth scream, shriek actually. I almost started crying when I heard her cries of terror. Steve apparently walked over to me, cause I heard him cock the shotgun again. After shooting me, he still wanted to finish the job? That didn't seem right.
I opened my eyes, and in that instant, I brought my leg up into his gun, kicking it out of Steve's hand. Steve jumped, and so did I. I jumped to my feet, which really hurt. Then I swung my fist into his face, but not really that hard, my chest hurt too much. But he obviously didn't want to fight. He toppled over, as if I had hit him with a sledge hammer. He was done. He was sorry.
The Great Scarecrow was no longer the one who struck fear into the hearts of everyone who met him, he was now Steve West, the real Steve West, the one that he was before he turned into that crazy psychopath.