I'm your toy

Dont leave

Eliot POV
I see the front of the gunmans blood-stained timberlands. I look up as he looks down and I crawl back as fast as I can. He starts to aim his gun at me. I trip over something and look at what it is. ITS MY GUN. I bring it up as fast as I can but his finger is already on the trigger. There's nothing else I can do. I'm dead.

BANG BANG BANG.

I freeze in place as I feel blood stream down my face. My eyes don't leave the dead body in front of me, no matter how much I want to look away and not be here. The man who was about to murder me no longer had the right side of his head. Someone shot him before he could shoot me. I'm alive. people come to me and shake me harshly. I see their mouths move but I don't hear a thing. I can't move. I can't scream. I'm still clenching my gun like my life depends on it. I comeback to reality as one of the guys slaps my face harshly.

"...ey we're leaving. That was a close one. If you had been 2 seconds faster, you would've stolen my thunder, and his life." He chuckles. how is he so carefree? He just shot someone's brains out! I get up without saying a word and all the noise finally registers. I hear a sob and I look behind me. The girl I was with, the one that didn't die, is crying her eyes out. I see other roses look annoyed and 1 is shaking her and telling her to get a hold of herself.
We weren't ready for this. Training is nothing like this. I walk to her and shove the girl that's shaking her away. They're being too harsh and inconsiderate with her. People get serious PTSD out of shit like this. I crouch down in front of her and grab her hands. She's unconsciously hurting herself with her nails.

"We have to go. Its over. We're going back home. We are safe." I sound out my words like if I were talking to a child. She finally shows a reaction as she nods to me. I get up and pull her onto her feet.

"Just stay with me. We'll be okay" I let go of her and start to walk to the car. She grabs my arm and I feel a sense of responsibility. I need to be strong. I need to protect her and myself. Everything will be okay. I hear a crack and I look down. I stepped on an arm. A fucking arm! This isn't real. My eyes burn and I feel tears threatening to fall. I repeat "everything will be okay" under my breath until I see the dead body of the girl. The girl that was murdered in front of me. I turn in slight shock and pull the living girl into a side hug so her face is against my chest. I don't want her to see the dead girl. We make it back to our car and another older lady takes the scared girl away from me. I don't want her to leave. I felt like I had to be strong for her, She looked freakishly like my old best friend. When I looked at her I felt the comfort of being with my best friend. But everything is fake and now that I don't have to pretend to be strong for anyone's sake, I feel weak and very very terrified. The scene of the other girl being shot and me almost dying won't leave my head. I want it to stop.

3rd person POV
Through out the car ride, Eliot sits with distant eyes, posture tight and his body shaking. The images don't stop playing in his head. Tears stopped falling down his face a long time ago, all emotion is gone.

"You think we lost this one?" The leader calls out while pointing at Eliot. The other 2 who were minding their own business shrug it off. They got used to this. And in their minds, Eliot will have to do the same.

"At least he's not like the one last year. He almost took me with him when he blew his own head up. I was not ready to see hitler."

"I'd take hitler any day over the hell we'll encounter when we get back. Did you guys ever think about this? You know who he is right?"

"Nah, We were off on another mission remember. Is he the president's kid or wut"

"Haha you scared of the prez? He can suck my dick. Orange Oompa Loompa"( imagine trump )