Right in between the top and bottom half of his fathers teeth was the gun he had aimed at him.
???:Grhh.
Kuyo: Hk!
Kuyorealized the difficult situation he was in and immediately moved to pull the gun out of his fathers mouth. However, regardless of how hard he pulled, he just couldn't get it out.
Kuyo: Come... on.
Even if he used both of his hands to pull it out, his father just didn't budge. His teeth remained intact with that metallic gun still shining. What the hell was Kuyo gonna happen now?
He knew that leaving that gun alone would be his worst mistake. He would practically be giving it up to his dad after trying so hard to get it from him.
Why would his dad even do that in the first? As tough as it was for Kuyo, he had also put himself into a difficult spot as well. If Kuyo wished so, he could easily shoot him from the gap in between in his teeth and surely kill him. It was almost as if he was telling Kuyo to shoot.
'There's no way you plan on firing that gun, ain't it?'
No, it was more like a taunt.
He knew that Kuyo wouldn't dare shoot him, so he didn't have to worry about the risk that came from the actions he took. That was why Kuyo intended to hit him with the gun instead of shooting. So, in other words,biting onto the gun was a good decision for him.
But there were other ways he could've disarmed Kuyo without... his teeth¿ Honestly, the drunken mind is absolutely confusing. And unpredictable to make things worse.
What would happen next was unknown to him, but he needed to figure out what to do next.
'Bang.'
Though, the only difference would be that the one to die wouldn't be Kuyo.
Easy, wasn't it?
Kuyo: Hrk!
Not for Kuyo, that was.
To take the life of someone else, he couldn't think of it. He'd never had the desire to do such a thing, even to this drunken swine who wronged him so much.
He could've killed his father by slitting his neck with that knife that sat atop the table on the opposite side of the kitchen. When he had it in his clutches, he was confident in its ability to kill him. Yet, he was utterly hesitant to carry that out. Now, faced with another opportunity to kill his dad, he experienced the same hesitation again. He choked on the thought of killing his father, even when his own life was on the line.
And that hesitation would prove fatal.
Kuyo had failed to notice that despite him using both of his hands to pull out the gun, his fathers two hands were free to do whatever. A very huge mistake that would leave him vulnerable.
Kuyo dad: Ya prick!
With crushing force, he clamped both of his hands onto Kuyos neck.
Kuyo: Tch! Hk!
His airways were obstructed by his father's strong thumbs, and slowly but surely, he began suffocating. Choking heavily, he tried to breathe, but not the slightest bit of oxygen was entering his lungs. He could feel the strength in his body leaving him soon. He could his brain losing oxygen. He would cease to function soon if he didn't stop his dad.
But how could he do that when both of his hands were on the gun?
He could always just pull the trigger. That would easily put this to an end.
But could he pull it?
Kuyo: Hk! Gah!
His two hands were still holding onto the handle, not a single one of his fingers inching towards the trigger. Even in the face of death, he was still hesitant to do it.
So, how else could he could stop him. He couldn't just say "Please stop" and all of a sudden expect his dad to let go. Even if that would work, he couldn't even say anything. His words would've been drowned out by the sound of his own choking. He needed him to let go. If he didn't do anything soon, his already fading consciousness would soon
I need him to let go...
...Need him to let go...
...Him to let go...
...To let go.
...Let go...
Then, the unthinkable happened.
His father still didn't let go of his grasp on him, but rather he did, letting go of that gun. Was that a wise move? Or would he regret leaving the gun to his father's devices?
Kuyo dad: Hehe, serves ya right, ya --BLEGH.
Almost immediately, his mouth had been opened, and the gun fell out of the grasp of his teeth. His face had contorted in pain, but he hadn't sustained any injuries to his face. Rather...
Kuyo: Gahh! You -- ARGH!
Almost instinctively, he finally ket go of Kuyo and used his hand to guard his body. Specifically, his stomach area. And so close to his body was Kuyos clenched fist.
*****
As his consciousness was slipping away, he had to come up with something fast. Something that would save him by getting his father to let go.
But he had realized that he got it wrong...
Why didn't HE let go?
Kuyo had a valid reason for not doing so. After all, if he had left the very gun he tried so hard to take, he would've been putting his efforts in vain and possibly bringing that dreaded fate to fruition.
He couldn't let it go. He needed to keep holding onto it. But then again, he wouldn't be able to do anything if both of his hands were occupied.
However, if he let go, he could maybe pry open his fathers grip on him.
No, his fathers grip was too strong.
But if he let go, he could choke him as well.
No, he'd pass out or die from suffocation long before his father could.
However, if he let go, he
NO, his dad could easily grab the gun the moment he let's go.
This was impossible. If he let go, he wouldn't be guaranteeing the possibility of his dad letting of him, and not only that, he'd be leaving the gun for him to use. Two instances in which he'd die. Though, if he did nothing, he'd still die.
I could just pull the
The--
The--
As easy as that option seemed, he still couldn't do it. So before he passed out, he needed to find a way to get his dad to let go without shooting him.
And in that short moment, he figured it out.
And so, he let go of the gun. Both of his hands were no longer holding onto it. Though, as he had originally feared, his father still held onto his neck.
Using both of his hands, his dad intended to strange him to death. Both of his hands were occupied by his murder attempt, but Kuyos weren't. Both of his hands were free to do whatever...
But he only needed one hand for this.
Kuyo: Grrh.
As Kuyo clenched his teeth, trying to hold onto his fading consciousness, he clenched his fist. Then immediately, he sent it straight into his fathers stomach, specifically his solar plexus.
--BLEGH.
His mouth had forcefully opened. He had let out a painful cry. The distant sounds of sirens were easily drowned out by his cry of pain. Having been hit so hard, he looked like he was about to vomit out all the alcohol in his stomach. He had gagged his mouth involuntarily, coughing out the gun that was stuck in between his teeth.
And coincidentally, he let go of Kuyos neck to guard his stomach. It didn't change the fact that he had already taken damage, but it pacifier him in a sense.
Kuyo Dad: Grh! Fucker...
Kuyo: Hah... God...
Gasping for air, he had marveled at his own accomplishment. At last, having been set free, he could finally breathe. He felt his neck using one of his hands, and he could do nothing but feel relieved...
Kuyo: Phew...
But even though he had survived, he couldn't let his guard down. Especially with this drunk fucker in from of him who was trying to kill him.
'BANG'
'I DIED'
'FIN'
That dreadedfate had been avoided, and he was sure that would never come to be. He had disarmed his dad of the--
Kuyo: Shit!
Having remembered that he had let go of the gun, he had looked around for it. If his father got hold of that gun again, then all his efforts would be in vain...
But... that wouldn't happen for now.
Kuyo: Phew
Having turned his gaze all over the kitchen he was in, his eyes finally landed on the gun that had happened to land on the entrance of the kitchen. Having not seen the moment his father... belched out the gun, he had worried that it was in his possession or nearby. But he didn't need to worry about it all. Sure, it wasn't in his possession, but regardless, his father couldn't grab it so easily.
After all, it was Kuyo who stood in between him and the gun. But knowing the strength his dad possessed, he wouldn't try to get in his way. Rather, he didn't need to, as he could rather opt to run for the gun and get away from the danger he was in.
'BANG'
'I DIED'
'FIN'
Who knew that one measly punch could help him so much?