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The Witch’s Handgun

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Claire lived life in a constant distant cold disappointment till the very end. Her joy died many years ago along with her grandfather. She couldn’t moved on from the joyous days with her hearty grandfather blasting guns at their own shooting range. At death, she finds herself inside a story who’s fated tragedy mirrored her previous life. The characters laughs and warm smiles were just like the ones she once shared with her grandfather. She decided that things shall stay as such. Wheather it’s scheaming damn nobles or shutting down a rebellion movement against the kingdom, she will not let tragedy to pass. She will not let such days ever disappear before her again.
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Chapter 1 - Prologue

It was cold with a damn persistent hissing sting and pang burning ceaselessly through my chest. I was heaving in silent agony, nausea and fatigue weighing me down.

I leaned back against the concrete highway barrier. Pain kept choking and squeezing my head. My left hand clutched the hole on my torso. Sticky dripping dark red covered my fingers. I wasn't going to make it.

Breathe... Breathe....

A vast dark neon blue laid above me. It's a clear night sky today. Serene with the surrounding city lights all blacked out. One of our stray bullets in the fight probably hit the power line.

"Crazy Bitch." A voice cursed from behind an alleyway corner.

Three figures in black tinted glasses and trench coats walked in from alley corner to crowd my view. They moved past five bodies dressed just a ways from me, laying motionless in pools of blood. Their tongues clicked as they briefly looked over them.

"I guess this much is to be expected when dealing with the Rose's Bullet."

My colt revolver gleamed on their glasses lenses. A blood red rose emblem was embedded above its hilt, the icon that started that little Rose nickname of mine.

"Your grandfather trained you well." A man upfront coldly praised. "Thank you for your service. However, all loose ends need to be cut now."

I could barely make out what they said through the muffle. I didn't bother saying anything. The stars in the sky were blurry.

"Gramps..." I whispered.

"I keep missing!"

A whinny little girl voice cried distantly in the night sky.

"Hahaha it's fine, it's fine!" My grandfather's familiar hearty voice laughed. "You still got one more bullet Claire."

I clutched my revolver again.

"Breathe..."

I tilted to the side. A bullet cracked the concrete highway barrier.

"What the?!"

Breathe...

The pain in my chest grew cold and numb. I could think more clearly now and as my breathe exhaled, everything went into a standstill.

BANG!

With one motion, my revolver struck up and a bullet had pierced right through the man's head.

BOOOM!! ZZZT—

Electric lights burst out as my bullet struck the power box above.

"FUCK!"

They scattered as one of the men fell. One of the power lines fell down and then everything went black.