When an actual explosion did report from the gun, instinct had Hansel's legs twitching, throwing himself to the side and attempting to roll as something hit his left arm, jerking him to the side. His side-roll became a flop onto his back, the breath escaping him in a jarring woosh as he hit the grou...

Hansel didn't know where it came from, but suddenly he was filled with a dark rage that filtered through him, bubbling from somewhere that he hadn't known existed until the slight boy whom he had harboured a healthy disgust for squeezed that finger around that trigger, and seemed visibly surprised w...

"Get real, Theodore," Hansel said, keeping his voice low, keeping Theo sighted. "I ain't a fool. Leave m'gun and walk away, huh? Reckon  I can trust a man who can't even pick a gender t'fuck?" The words seemed ungenuine, even to Hansel, as he spoke them. He was clinging to old, h...

Click, snick. Click, snick. Click, snick. On a rock in the middle of the forest, with both hands cradling the assault rifle he'd found in his bag, Hansel Williams perched. His finger was quietly fiddling with the safety mechanism on the FA-MAS, switching it from on to off in two second intervals, m...