Short Prose

"The law forbids me from brandishing my gun in public when I'm under no threat so get your hands off that gun."
"Oh Elvin," Leo smacked, "I'm not that stupid. You reach for your pockets I reach for my gun. Just to be sure, so don't mind."
"I'm duty-bound not to kill you in public, much less without you posing a direct threat." Elvin gruffed, looking at Leo with his eyes narrowed.
"But I'm a most wanted." Leo bragged, a disdainful sneer on his face. He turned and let his eyes wander in the restaurant. A waiter stood by the doorway leading to the kitchen, as people teemed about in the foreground.He had his eyes firmly on Leo but upon meeting the brute's eyes, he averted them to the door, where and elderly woman waddled in, a young man by her side, keeping her in stride.
"Who's that and why is he staring at me?" Leo turned to Elvin and used his eyes to lead him. "That waiter with jaws like a chisel." Elvin turned a disinterested eye at the waiter, who was now rushing to the table where the elderly woman had settled.
"Perhaps he is wondering just how long we can keep our butts here." Elvis said. "We better make this quick. I want to arrest you. You want to hand yourself in right?"
"You have moles in here don't you?" Leo said, his face suddenly plunged into an aggressive scowl, brows knotted and eyes narrowed. He appeared beastly, much more true to the brute he actually was.
"I said I don't know him." Elvin retorted, displaying his own aggression with a sharp look and pellucid eyes. "Perhaps he likes you."
"Oh that's funny." Leo said and with a swift move, he whipped out his gun. He moved fast, so fast that Elvin had been left momentarily blurred as the figure fleeted before him and fired. The crack of the gun broke the calm air of a dusk tea den. Momentarily, time stopped as the bullet whizzed over heads following the explosive burst. It was immediately followed by sharp screams as everyone scampered off their butts in panic. The waiter, tray in hand collapsed in a heap as the elderly woman momentarily forgot her age as she waddled awkwardly to the door, where a bottleneck of scared people lumped in a rush to get outside. Elvin ducked late as Leo pointed the gun and fired at him. The impact threw him back, sending him crashing on the table behind him as his blood scattered and stained the white wall behind. In place of his left eye, was a gouged socket throbbing with deep red blood, his whole face smeared with the gore as blood pooled below his head from his torn skull.

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