“Are you going to pull the trigger or am I gonna have to stand here all day?”

The gun in the boy’s hand had begun to rattle and shake, and it wasn’t because he was scared. The gun was not designed with the intent of a child to be able to hold it. The little boy’s hand was trembling from the mere weight of the gun, and Mr. Doug stood there with a smirk across his face. “If you can’t even hold the weight of the gun, I don’t think you're going to be able to pull the trigger.” 

“Guess we will have to see about that," the boy smiled as he lifted the shaking gun higher. 

“Even if you manage to pull the trigger, the weight of pulling it doesn't go away. I can promise you that.” 

“Thats something weird for such renowned murderer to say.”

“I know because I’m an Artist.”

“I highly doubt the police would shoot you on site if you were just an artist.”

“That's fair,” Mr. Doug shrugged. “So, are you gonna shoot me or not?”

Mr. Doug took a look over his shoulder at the little boy behind him. He could see just by the look on his face that this wasn’t an easy task for the child. He believed he had just cornered one of the best artists of all time, so how could he possibly let him go? But the little boy also knew that Mr. Doug was right, for some reason he couldn’t pull the trigger. 

Even though the kid was a prodigy, he was still just a child. Mr. Doug was a master of his craft. He had spent years developing his skills, and this was the child's first piece. He lacked experience with this type of art, but that was fine, it just made it all the more fun for Mr. Doug.

He could have taken the gun from the child the moment he put it against his back. But where was the fun in that? Mr. Doug had lost all inspiration, but for some reason with this child he was starting to realize what he lost. But what did that feel like again? Mr. Doug had thought about it for a while, and the moment he looked at this child’s eyes he knew he was the key. He just didn’t know what he was the key to, and part of him didn’t want to know. 

What was the master of his craft to do now? Stand around and wait for the child to make up his mind, or help him along a little? Mr. Doug was starting to get anxious and wished he would have never put down his glass of wine. As Mr. Doug was about to wrap this up, he turned around and saw the child put the gun down on the ground.