The One With All the Sokeefe.

Chapter Twenty: Amy & Violet

I stayed so still, you'd think I was dead. Which is exactly what I wanted this sniper to think. They already shot me in the leg and the heart, but they didn't know that I had an overprotective girlfriend that wanted me to wear a bulletproof vest, and that we had a huge fight about it, and that she won. I decided to keep my eyes open, but I realized that I couldn't keep my eyes open forever. I had half a minute at the most, and then I needed to blink. But the sniper kept the green light on my forehead, and I knew that if I moved they would pull the trigger. My eyes were so dry, I just wanted to blink them for one second.... the sniper lowered his gun, and I couldn't hold it anymore. I closed my eyes, praying that they wouldn't see. They did. Pain flared up my ankle, and two thumps hit my chest. I closed my eyes, praying that they wouldn't think that I was faking it. My blood was spilling all over my pants, and I hoped that it would look like enough blood for two different heart wounds as well. I couldn't open my eyes, because then they'd know that I was alive. So I stayed in that same position for over an hour. Not knowing if I'd be shot. Not knowing if Violet was alive. Not knowing if Sophie was alive. Not knowing. 

I heard the gunshot before I felt the pain. I wonder if my mother saw it or heard it first.They had hit me in the shoulder, so I could tell they didn't have good aim. I went up, and felt a bullet fly by my head, so close I could feel the wind. But I was very good at controlling the wind. I commanded the wind to whip me around erratically, hearing more and more gunshots. My hair was in my face, whipping around my head. I knew that adrenaline was the only thing stopping me from falling out of the air in pain, so finding the shooter was my first priority. I went straight down, the hair finally out of my face. I frantically looked around the scene, to finally see a member in the Neverseen with a gun. The wind wasn't normal, it didn't go with the flow. It was crazy, unpredictable, dangerous. Once I had my target, I barely needed to do anything. My fear and rage made the wind move faster than I have ever seen it go. They dropped their gun on the way up, and they cried out in alarm. Just to make sure they weren't hiding anything, I had their cloak ripped off of them as well. Exposed, a boy with pale skin and red curls was sobbing. He pulled out another gun, and dropped it. The wind yanked it before it fell, and gave it to me. 

"Who are you?" I asked.  

"I'm sorry-" He blubbered, tears falling faster. I didn't have time for this BS, and this gun was... It looked like the same gun that was zipped up in a plastic bag. I remember my father pulling me away from my mother, the police hiding her face from me. This guy was crying almost as hard as I was. The wind read my mind, and ripped it to shreds. I didn't realize I had let a tear slip until I felt a little wisp of air wipe it away. I let out a little chuckle, and turned my focus back to this blubbering fool. He looked at me like I was crazy. Good. 

"I will ask you one more time before I let you plummet to the ground. Who. Are. You." I accused. I wanted him to think that I was unhinged, because it would make him think I was capable of killing him. 

"My name is Ar-" I heard another gunshot go off. I saw the bullet fly through the air, and I leaped out of the way. But they weren't aiming for me. The redhead had blood dripping from his forehead, dried tears on his cheeks. I spun my head around, trying to find the shooter. I saw a fuzzy figure in the distance, holding an automatic weapon. Reloading an automatic weapon. The winds pushed me, and I flew as fast as I could to them. Clearly shocked, they looked up and started to aim. But I was faster. I grabbed them by the cloak, pulling them up off the ground with my good arm. I pulled their hood off, and saw a 20 something year old, with a devious grin. Her eyes were dark, and they matched her cloak and her long straight hair. 

"You'll never win." She whispered, so softly I could barely hear. Then, looking directly in my eyes, pulled out a red button with wires leading directly to her body. She was a suicide bomber, ready to die. Crap. The wind pushed me away, but she had already pulled the trigger. The explosion was massive, and the winds dropped me to the ground, because I was no longer commanding them. I was about to lose conscientiousness,  so I asked one last thing. Bring me to Amy. My eyes closed, but I could feel the cool air whipping my hair around. I just hope that I was strong enough, and that the wind would listen. I fought to open my eyes, but I couldn't. My head was slowly put down in something sticky, and my arm touched something warm. Honestly, I felt like I was dead. Maybe I was about to be. 

Someone's coming. I just need to stay still. I should think about happier times, times with Violet. Once, we went out for ice cream, and I remember that I had gotten sprinkles and she got gummy bears. We had a huge debate about which was better, and eventually we decided that gummy bears were better. That was our first date. I could feel someone touch my leg, and I almost moved. Almost. Maybe it had been long enough. I slowly opened my eyes, just enough that I could see but anyone from far away would think that I was dead. Hopefully. I saw a girl who looked close to dead, with her hair bloody and choppy, like it had been cut off with a dull knife. 

"Violet!"I shrieked, not caring if someone was going to shoot me. Her shoulder was bleeding, and her face was burned. Her eyes flickered open, and she looked like she wanted to talk. 

"Amy?" She croaked. I shuffled over to her, trying to ignore my throbbing leg. "There was a bomb..." Violet trailed off, closing her eyes. 

"Hey! Hey it's it okay... Just stay awake." I said, trying not to cry. Her stormy blue eyes opened again. "Please.. just stay with me." I begged, and Violet smiled. I grabbed onto her hand, and realized that I should look for the sniper. Instead of robed figures, I saw Keefe, alone, with his mother. In a pool of blood. Not moving. With a sword sticking out of his gut.