Motive

Fell

~Mary Jay~

"Do not run down the ramps or the stairs. If you fall, we will not compensate. Aim for the targets which are on your opposing teams vest. When it blinks, it means you are low on health. When it's red, you have died. When you die you cannot shoot for 10 seconds. You can change guns or reload by pressing the side buttons on your guns." The guy in charge of laser tag explained.

I chose red team while Easton chose blue. There were three teams in total, green being the last. There were at least 12 or 13 other people playing, so the teams split almost perfectly.

"Don't go easy on me just because I'm pretty." He teased, slipping his vest on.

"You make me wanna vomit. No need to worry about that."

"Whatever you say."

He poked my sides with his gun as the guy led us to the laser-tag course. I cussed at him the entire way.

"Each round lasts 10 minutes. When you hear when it's over through the intercom, return to the gear room where the winners will be posted. Does everyone understand?"

Mumbles of verification erupted and every team split to their bases as we waited for the count-down.

I could NOT let Mr. Prick win this one. I, for one, am quick on my feet and I have good combat. I mean, I don't think they'd be very appreciative of a knocked out 12 year old but it's every man for themselves in here.

"Three."

"Two."

"One."

Go!" The robotic intercom announced.

My team consisted of 2 teenage boys and a younger girl, probably in elementary. She could barely hold the gun.

We split up, taking cover under obstacles and shooting across the balconies. I had no idea where Easton was, but I knew he was definitely strolling around without a care in the world as if he thought he would win. Ha.

I had been tracking a few other opponents, giving shots and receiving them but still no sign of the man I had a target on.

It was mostly dark, the only source of light being the multicolored rays coming down from above and the vests of players. Intense music rocketed off the walls so we couldn't hear players approach unless they were extremely close.

I creeped around, ducking behind walls until I reached one of the ramps. I wanted to go upstairs to get a better view and aim of everything. Just as I turned the corner to do so, a girl, a little shorter than me popped out and shot me.

My vest went white and my gun was disabled, "Son of a-"

"Swear word!" She scolded.

"What are you, nine??" I furrowed an eyebrow.

"I'm actually eleven, thanks."

I hate kids.

I bit my tongue against my better judgment and trotted around her instead. I had better things to look for, better people to be exact.

I ducked behind an obstacle, waiting for some action to start. I had made my way upstairs and had a view of everything going on downstairs. It was relatively quiet on top compared to bottom; there were no footsteps or gun clicking noises, so I figured I was safe.

Well, that was at least until I felt a gun tap my shoulder which almost gave me a heart attack.

"HOLY F-"