Even though I lived in the glorious state of Texas, places like Chicago were shooting galleries for criminals carrying illegal weapons. At the same time as well, the government wanted to take EVERY gun away because of select instances that could've been solved with open carry laws. But that was a whole other conversation altogether.
Upon meeting her for the first time, I was a nervous wreck of a young man. Lauren was hella beautiful and conducted herself like a true modest woman (unlike most modern women these days). It continued to be that way when she bought me to the shooting range and trained me in the use of a handgun as well. Luckily for me, too, I actually mega excited when as Lauren was teaching me to fire a classic pistol that I loved using since I played 'Call of Duty: Zombies' a lot, 'M1911'.
At first, I was extremely anxious because I had never fired a weapon before in my life, but after some time (as well as her seemingly endless amount of patience), I would finally get the hang of both aiming and shooting the classic pistol at the targets.
"You're a natural!" Lauren said to me with an excitable tone of voice, myself trying my absolute best not to get bashful due to the compliment.
"Maybe when I do another weapons documentary, I'll invite you and your dead eye shooting skills, haha!"
"Y-Yeah." I replied with anxious laughter as I saw her raise up the AR-15 assault rifle in both of her hands and shoot a target over in the distance, the young woman's range being rather impeccable.
"Good thing there aren't any live targets to worry about. Because I don't know if I'd be able to end a person's life, Ms. Southern..."
"Then why bother learning how to use weapons then, my dude?" Lauren asked me rhetorically, her annoyance to my statement being visible in the form of her body movements.
"Teaching yourself how to use guns will inevitably save your life from others trying to end it. Just like how those ANTIFA b*tches want law-abiding citizens to not have guns at all! And if you ask me, the government is basically creating killing floors for criminals to shoot up places while also generating more excuses to propose gun bans..."
"I... Was just about to ask you about that, in fact." I said after listening to her statement, actually astounded by Lauren's level of knowledge on the subject.
However, our philosophical moment would soon be cut short when we both heard what was essentially a warning shot being fired in our direction! Even though it missed both of us, she and I immediately drove to the ground and then took cover behind a building wall as we didn' knowing what was happening.
"YO SOUTHERN!" I heard a male voice echo all around the shooting range, Lauren and I looked at one another before readying our respective ranged weaponry in both hands.
"HEARD YOU WAS TALKIN' SHIT BOUT US! AND THE ONLY B*TCH AROUND HERE'S YOU, B*TCH!"
"SCATHING INSULT, PALS!" The young woman said tauntingly as she then smiled while also giving me a knowing look.
"QUESTION FOR THE ONE TALKING ABOUT ME: WHAT PRONOUNS YOU GO BY? THEY/THEM OR SOMETHING? YOU ALSO BELIEVE IN MORE THAN TWO GENDERS, TOO? BECAUSE I JUST CRACKED TO CODE ON THE ACTUAL NUMBER! THE ANSWER: HOW MANY BUTT CHEEKS MAKE UP YOUR ASS, COMMIE?"
"SHUT THE F**K UP!!!" We both heard the ANTIFA member shout out angrily, making us howl with laughter shortly thereafter.
"THE FACT THAT YOU COULDN'T EVEN ANSWER HER DAMN QUESTION IS PERHAPS THE FUNNIEST PART! SOME REAL GENIUSES, Y'ALL TURNED OUT TO BE!" I said loudly as Lauren continued to laugh at her own joke.
Without warning, though, the now enraged ANTIFA member unknowingly threw a smoke grenade in the direction that Ms. Southern and I were hiding behind a building, which caused us to immediately stop laughing. The canister would then explode and blanket the entire shooting range in a thick white smoke.
"LAUREN!?" I yelled out into the smoke after I removed my right arm from over my eyes and face, having successfully protected them both from any shrapnel.
"LAUREN!? LAUREN! LAUREN?!?!"
As I would continue to shout her name over and over while also walking around inside of the white mist as well as hearing rapid gunfire all around me, several members of ANTIFA dressed up in all black clothes and with covered faces soon trying to ambush me with melee weapons brandished. Unfortunately for them, though, I had my M1911 pistol at the ready and would quickly fire fatal headshots into every one of my would-be murderers. I killed them before they could kill me, exactly how Lauren stated it would go down.
As I made it out of the thick white smoke, my eyes widened with astonishment. Sitting in piles on the floor of the shooting range was bleeding ANTIFA member corpses stack on top of one another! There were perhaps dozens of bodies as they each had bullet wounds consistent with being shot with an assault rifle. And standing over in the distance and having a hand to hand fight with a lone ANTIFA member, I watched on in pure amazement as Lauren Southern roundhouse kicked the shit outta the communist bastard
"Woah..." I said aloud as the young woman basically stood still in a fighting stance right after kicking the dude, soon seeing him sit up on his knees.
"Women like you are a blight in this scary ass world, Lauren. F**k You and all of you right-wing fascists!" The ANTIFA member said eerily to Ms. Southern before seeing her raise the barrel of the AR-15 assault rifle up at his forehead.
"You wanna know what's scarier than a woman?" Lauren started to say just as her finger touched the trigger, myself about to watch a man die by a badass woman.
"A woman with a gun, b*tch..."
I then watched Lauren Southern fired upon the ANTIFA member and killed him with a headshot using her AR-15 assault rifle. She would then turn her body around face to me before flashing a bright, toothy smile, her face covered in the blood of our would-have-been murderers.
"You ready to learn how to shoot an AR-15?"
Vielen Dank für das Lesen!
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