Summary
The gun fired. Shock stopped Eliot's heart as the bullet whizzed half an inch over his shoulder. "You missed." Eliot drawled with a grin. The mark, however, was smiling too. Eliot's grin faltered. The mark smirked and said, "Did I, though?" Eliot turned to see Parker standing behind him with her hand to her shoulder, crimson slowly seeping under her fingers. Oneshot