A Shot of Silver and Black (Chapter 2)

This is Chapter 2 of my story for the contest.
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She sat at the dinning room table staring at the clouds. The strong wind blew them east making it look like time was passing more efficiently.
Tonight was a special night. The Day of the Dead was the one holiday besides Halloween her lover and her used to celebrate. The reason why was because many of their friends had died, and this was their day of remembrance. Their friends didn't have graves. They died gallant and with honor during many of the street fights and shoot-outs there had been. One had died in an explosion. A semi-truck his her car while she was racing. She would have been fine the only problem was that the car was loaded with NOS, and the car therefore caught fire and exploded within seconds before she had time to crawl out from inside the flipped car.
Her gun lay on the table she was sitting at. It was a special gun given to her by her lover many years ago. She picked it up and examined it, her reflection shinny brightly on the silver metal of the gun. The gun was in perfect condition. Not a scratch lay on its silver surface . . . except for one. There it was, the heart etched deeply into the left side of the gun.
He had the other gun. The matching brother with a heart carved into its right side. The day the hearts had been carved into the guns had been a sad and special day. There were so many accidents and so many deaths he just had to leave. If he returned someone might recognize him, and there could be a fight followed by death. They had etched a heart into each of the guns with their car keys and exchanged the weapons promising to use them once they saw each other again. Yes, she had been waiting since that day for his return, never giving up, never falling, never doubting, never cheating, and never ditching him.

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It was dark now as he drove past the streets lined with lights and houses. He found it, a house at the very end set near the water. It looked sad and lonely between the lights. He parked in the driveway. Now there would be no more sadness only joy.
He took care taking the gun out from the passenger's seat and slipping it into the belt on his left hip and stepped out of his truck not bothering to lock it. There was no need to walk to the door. Before he knew it he had been pounced on.
"I missed you!" said a familiar voice.
"I missed you too!" he responded.
"What on earth have you been up to? I've tried calling you for the past few days and you didn't answer, and you're not supposed to be-"
He kissed her softly on the lips to keep her quiet.
"Easy there. I've come back for what I promised I' come back for."
"So we're going home? We're we moving? What state are we going to?"
He snuggled her.
"I have it all planned out. It's going to be the best place on earth you can think of. I promise you'll like it."
"It's sweet of you to come back. After all these years I've been waiting. I swear I never dated another guy."
"I thought you didn't swear and I know you've never dated another guy."
"It slipped and how do you know?"
"Honesty's in your voice. Do you want to take a walk?"
Her voice softened.
"If they find you here they'll kill you. I don't want you to leave that way."
He looked down into her eyes.
"I know, but that's what we have our guns for isn't it?"
She nodded and kissed him on the lips.
"I'm so glad you're back."
"I am too. Heck I missed this place."
He took her hand and they started walking down the street together.
"The moon's nice outside today. It's a full moon right?" he asked her.
"Not until tomorrow. This moon's nice though. The moon's the best hope I've had since you were gone." she answered him.
"Why's that?"
"Well after fourteen days the moon is renewed. This new moon then lights a path for everyone walking in the dark giving people hope to find what they are searching for."
"That can't be the only ting that kept you going. Could it?"
"That and thinking of you."
"And you really thought I'd return?"
Footsteps came from behind them. They weren't alone anymore. A drunk had come walking down the street holding a gun in his right hand.
"What are you doing out here?"
Both of them stared at him not wanting to answer.
"Hey wait I know you."
He pointed at the guy.
"You're the one. Yes, the one in that accident! The stare break in that one night. You killed them! YOU KILLED THEM! And-and now. . . I'm going to kill YOU!" yelled the drunk.
The drunk laughed. His laugh turned into a chuckle, and the chuckle turned into a sinister grin.
"Yes, just like that night you'll suffer. I'll make sure of that." he said while glaring into the guy's eyes.
The drunk turned toward the girl.
"I feel pity for you darling. How could you ever love such a violent thief and murderer?" the drunk said while looking at her with sympathy in his eyes.
The girl stepped forward and the drunk laughed as he raised his gun.
"Love . . . sometimes I just don't get it.", the drunk chuckled.
The drunk put his gun at her head level, glaring at her with his blood-shot eyes.
Her most trusted ally stood behind her as a gun shot rang through the air. . .
"Not without you I wouldn't.", the girl called out.
She spun around. Her lover was now lowering his gun. She raised her own silver gun and shot him in the side and ran to him. The drunk ran for his life bewildered at what he had just seen. Her lover held her tight as they sank to the grown.
"Let's go home." her lover whispered in her ear.
"Any play but here." she whispered back in his ear.
"Are you scared?"
"No, not anymore I have you looking out for me now don't I?"
"That's right and I always will."
"My vision's blurring. I can't see as well. What's it like outside?" she whispered barely audible.
"The moon is bright and there are very few clouds in sight. It's a beautiful night full of hope."
He kissed her on the lips.
"Come on our friends will he waiting." he whispered to her.
She smiled at him. They stared into each others eyes while laying there and died their spirits drifting into the night.

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That was Chapter 2.