The wood of the wall beside the man splintered with a loud crack, a mere inch from where the man's head had headed. Despite the misleadingly named silencer, the gunshot still held quite the bite to it. Though it was not deafening, it certainly wasn't soundless. 

“Not so quick, freak.” Her voice was like ice, cool, clear and without the slightest hint of emotion. “One more movement, and the next one will be between your eyes.” 

Her gun trailed the man, cold dark eyes following even the slightest twitch of the man's movements. There was little doubt that the girl was not joking around. 

“You fucked up big time, Jacky-boy. And still you're pig-headed enough to deny what you see with your own eyes.” The girl scoffed, a sneer etched upon her lips. Even with the shadows that leaked from his very own limbs, he could not accept that “magic” as he called it, existed. How blind and stupid did one have to be? 

 “But worst of all, you didn't just fuck yourself over. You fucked me over. I've been tracking this guy for weeks, and you come barging in and do something stupid. Give me one good reason I [i]shouldn't[/i] just blow your fucking freak head off your shoulders right this fucking second.” The girl swore. Anger seeped into her words. There was no denying she was pissed off. Really, part of her wasn't sure why she hadn't just aimed the first bullet straight through his skull. It wasn't like he was of any use of her, even if he hadn't turned into some kind of plague upon mankind. His character certainly wasn't a saving grace, either.