The next few days started with me waking up at the crack of dawn to hold a gun steadily in my hands and shoot a target. At first, I didn’t do any better than the first day but now, I can say that it's possible I could shoot someone on point if they try to harm me, and Hercules agrees with that because he said that I'm ready, after proving to him several times that I am. The gun is supposed to be on me at all times, just like my phone has to. The paranoia in me has faded a bit all because of the devil’s extreme measures to keep me safe, and though I appreciate the feeling of being protected by him, I also find it annoying as there is always someone keeping an eye on me.
I'm sitting on the living room couch, waiting until the doctor sets up the medical equipments for my scan in one of th
