God

A slightly different version of a scene in my other story "Feeling of a God."

The kickback from the gun wasn’t surprising, per se, but it was a shock not to hear the customary whip-crack sound that should have accompanied it.  Elijah didn’t know how long he stood there, staring.  A whimper�"he couldn’t look away.  The cold Chicago night had begun to creep up from the east, the temperature continuing to drop.

Oh God. . .

The sun was nearly gone now, the last of the refracted rays lighting the smog on fire above him.  Then Silas was there, surveying the scene for only a moment before pulling his own sleek M1911, aiming, pulling the trigger as though it was second nature.  The whimpers stopped and the man on the ground stilled.  He turned to regard Elijah, studying him as he had the man on the ground.  Elijah half expected him to pull the trigger on him as well and was surprised when the gun was returned to its shoulder holster.

“Come on,” Silas muttered, releasing a breath that froze in the air.  “We shouldn’t stay.”

Elijah didn’t move, though his gaze relocated to Silas’s face instead of his gloved hands.  This man is a god, he thought.

“Yea,” he said aloud.  “Yea, I know.”

Author's Note

Again, it's old. But I'd still like some feedback on it, if you've got the time.

Reviews

[CatOfOrion]

I quite like this scene, I wish you'd describe more in depth though, the surrounding. I do have an image, as always, but I'm missing the specific location- then again- this is just a section so you probably have covered that.