Forty-Six

The (Not Final) Battle

Matt and I ran for our lives (literally) and busted outta there. We sprang out the doors, followed by a, needless to say, furious mob of Team Members. The only thing missing was an explosion. I WISH. If there'd had been an explosion, we would have been able to stop and catch our breath. But NO...

Not the point.

We sprinted down the lane, not caring who saw us. I mean it wasn't like we were undercover anymore. To be honest, it felt good to be able to be running around the town in plain sight for the first time in what? Like two years? That was just how messed up life was.

Anyways, bullets swished past us at a constant rate, as the Team Members honed in on us. I really didn't get it. Why did the pedestrians look at US in disgust?

And where were the Rebel adults when we needed them?

Matt screamed "LUCAS!" into the GPS thing over the gun fire.

"I'll cover you." I muttered, circling around him. Sweat ran down my face, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest like a drum. This was like the death-match, and it was us against these highly trained people, who were as merciful as brainwashed zombies.

Time to kick some butt.

Knowing I would run out of bullets eventually, I shot carefully, at hearts, brains, and necks. The need for survival washed away all humanity.

I watched the Team Members drop like dominoes, felt the pressure of the gun in my hands, smelt the thick, sour stench of blood. But somehow I felt disconnect from my body, like I was an outsider watching the scene.

"He's coming." Matt murmured, pulling out his own gun. "He said meet us in the City Square."

I nodded, as beads of perspiration gathered in my palms, threatening to make the gun slip out of my grasp. I held tightly as I could, hearing a pounding in my head, screaming of fear.

We ran towards the middle of town, with bullets coming at us everywhere. I screamed as one came straight for my heart, and ducked.

"AHHH!" Pain exploded into my leg as the bullet meant for my heart pierced my skin. Foggily, I registered Matt yelling if I was OK.  I wanted to crumple up into a ball, succumb to the screaming fire engulfing me. But no. I finally got a grip of myself. There was no time. If I stayed there one more second, the next bullet would be coming for my head.

Forcing myself up, I aimed at my group of attackers, relieved to see Matt still by my side, shooting down the uniformed Team Members. As I used my own pistol to destroy the rest of them, briefly, I thought, we're murderers now.

We dashed to the City Square, covered in cuts bruises, and gun-shot wounds.

"Lucas!" Never had I'd been happy to see his brown hair and dark eyes.

"Indie!" he ran over to me, carrying a gun.

"Were'd you get that?" I asked, eyeing it.

"Knocked a dude unconscious." he said offhandedly. "What happened to YOU?" all his attention was on my wound.

"Doesn't matter." I looked him hard in the eye. "We have comrades to help."

Back to back Lucas and I stood, his spine molding into mine. Fighting with him was so natural, and finally brought me back down to Earth.

Bullets rained from the sky, but we were hardy. We were a team, fighting. And despite the blood, gore, death, and you know, unpleasantness, it was all right. We were showing The Team we were a threat. We could do this.

Of course, maybe it was the pain talking...maybe I was just delirious.