>ever since they passed the Rifle Control Act, you knew this day would come
>you talked about it, tried to prepare for it 
>but it didn't hit home until you saw the black SUVs start coming down your driveway 
>"You sure you still want to do this?" she asks nervously 
"Of course. Life without you wouldn't be worth living. Besides, if today truly is the day the Lord calls me home-"
>"-then let me die in a pile of empty brass. I remember. "
" Are you ready? "
>she gives a thumbs up, charm bracelet with oddly-specifically shaped charms on it dangling 
"Then let's give them hell!"
>she gives you a kiss, then jumps into your arms, turning into her 10/22 form 
>the charm bracelet turns into a garage-built select-fire kit 
>you slot in a drum mag and start peppering the agents with full-auto fire 
>you and her are able to hold them off for awhile 
>then a well-placed shot comes through a window, punching through your homemade armor plate 
>as you drop to the floor she turns back into human form and drops down next to you 
>by the amount of blood you both know you're not going to make it 
>her teary-eyed face is overtaken by raw, primal fury the kind of which you have never seen
>she grabs your sidearm and starts shooting agents through the window while screaming murderous rage 
>she goes through all the mags you have 
>one shot left 
>there's too many of them 
>as your vision fades you look up at her 
>she kisses you one last time 
>"I'll be by your side always. I love you, Anon. "
>the last thing you see is her put the gun to her temple 
>BANG
>darkness