Running From Truth

Numero Seis- Greg

The bullet screamed past my ear, just missing me by millimetres. The girl in front of me lands flat on her stomach. The world freezes as she falls, that bullet was meant for me. I reach into my pocket and feel the familiar metal. I latch my hand onto it and pull it out, fingers latch on the trigger and aim. Jeremy's hand is trained on a gun, he's eyes darting everywhere. A 'tick tick' sounds comes from the lady.

"Oi! Why did you shoot her!" I say not taking any chances in lowering my weapon, the finger on the bullet tightens. Everything plummets on me, pushes me, urges me to just shoot. He drops the gun and puts his hands on his head.

"You hear that ticking noise?" He pauses, "that's a bomb the tick tick, did you hear that thump on the floor? That was a gun, She's with or was with Age." My mouth drops open.

"We've been watching her. Always been a suspect she has, you can't trust anyone these days." He says walking over and begins searching her body.

"She's a suicide bomber, know how to turn a bomb off?" I ask him, he breaks out in a sweat. I chuckle as he worries and begins searching the body and looking for the bomb. He finds it and his face drops, turns serious with worry.

"All terrorise or suicide bombs have an off switch." I remind him.

"Where is it then?"

"On the side of the actual bomb, I can see it from here dumbass." I tease an bend down. The bomb was strapped all over her body, this would of had the force to disintegrate anything in this building. The count had 2 minutes left, Jeremy flicks the switch and smiles a smile filled with so much relief.
The door bursts open sharply and Jeremy and everyone else in the room snaps their head towards them. The people who were freaking out and the ones that were trying to calm the scared all reach into the pockets and grab out their own mini weapon. I guess they knew Jeremy shot the bullet, they were just scared because they knew the suspect.

"Put your weapons down!" A voice screams throughout the room, I reach into my pocket and pull mine out.
Complete Opposite.
The fear that I felt before when the lady was shot is replaced with courage and adrenaline. I turn around.
Men, as suspected, in black clothing; leather jacket, white shirt, black jeans and guns aimed at my head. Their black masks cover their faces, I would of relaxed more if they didn't have masks on because it was pretty clear they were with us. This is the house of all the 5 senses.

"Put your weapons down and I'll put mine down!" I shout at the men. The masks giving me a feeling not to trust any of them. The look taken aback, as if never been spoken to like that by a girl. All except the one in front, the one that I assume was the 'squad leader'.

"Drop weapons!" He orders his comrades. What? Aren't they meant to argue or something or even shoot a person to get their point across? Honestly I'm a bit disappointed, if i say so myself. I lower mine and place my hands over my head. I look over my shoulder to see Jeremy still standing there with his gun aimed at me. I look at him scared.

"Myra step out of the way." He orders me, I don't move.

"Myra move!" He says his voice trying to control me, I shake my head and walk over to him. The gun still trained on me.

"Put the gun down or they'll end up shooting you." I say as soothingly as I could. He looks at me, sweat dripping down the side of his head, his bottom lip quivering, his hands shaking almost uncontrollably.

"Jeremy drop the gun." I say my voice raising its pitch, no one should ever hold a gun while they're like this. Unless... He's never killed a man and is tempted to do it.

"Myra-" He begins to object but I cut him off with a hard hit right in the wrist of the hand causing him to drop the gun. He nurses his wrist while he tries to hold in the cries.