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Feb. 17th, 2008
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Feb. 17th, 2008 07:13 pm"Look son, being a good shot, being quick with a pistol, that don't do no harm, but it don't mean much next to being cool-headed. A man who will keep his head and not get rattled under fire, like as not, he'll kill ya."
– Unforgiven
Like most teenage boys Shawn Spencer thought guns were neat. Therefore he was thrilled when his dad finally said it was about time he learned how to handle one. Henry built a shooting-range and Shawn had a soft air at first and when he got better and better he was taken to the range at the station.
The first time Shawn fired a real gun he was surprised how heavy it was. And how loud. He had expected it to be more like in the movies, to sound like in the movies but that day he learned that in the movies this was all they were: sounds. The real gunfire rang in his ears and dazed him, his arms shook from the unexpected kickback and that was when he felt the power of a weapon. Not the power of coolness or the power depicted by action heroes but the sheer, brute and ugly force of the real world.
His knees weakened from it and when the target zoomed in and Henry told him "Congratulations, son. You just shot the hostage." he felt sick for two days straight.
Muse: Shawn Spencer
Fandom: Psych
Words: 185
– Unforgiven
Like most teenage boys Shawn Spencer thought guns were neat. Therefore he was thrilled when his dad finally said it was about time he learned how to handle one. Henry built a shooting-range and Shawn had a soft air at first and when he got better and better he was taken to the range at the station.
The first time Shawn fired a real gun he was surprised how heavy it was. And how loud. He had expected it to be more like in the movies, to sound like in the movies but that day he learned that in the movies this was all they were: sounds. The real gunfire rang in his ears and dazed him, his arms shook from the unexpected kickback and that was when he felt the power of a weapon. Not the power of coolness or the power depicted by action heroes but the sheer, brute and ugly force of the real world.
His knees weakened from it and when the target zoomed in and Henry told him "Congratulations, son. You just shot the hostage." he felt sick for two days straight.
Muse: Shawn Spencer
Fandom: Psych
Words: 185
