Skittles x Sheriff (a madness combat story)

The Shooting...

skittles pov:

            I was sitting on the couch, watching some tv and eating some candy when my brother came out of his room.

         "hey skitz..." my brother said, glumly "Hey Hank! what's up?" I asked him "you sound upset..." Hank started to put on his gear, that's when I know he's going somewhere. "yea I am, there are agents outside, and I'm gonna kill them for trespassing..." "HANK NO WE'VE TALKED ABOUT THIS WE ARE FINE THEY DON'T KNOW WE'RE HERE, IF ONE OF THEM ESCAPES WE'LL ALL BE DEAD!" I yelled with tears in my eyes. I didn't like the fact that I could die at any moment and Hank doesn't care. 

         "Yea yea calm down, you'll be fine, just stay low..." he said with no concern. I put my candy in my bag for later and I went to my hiding spot that I was sure no one would find me here, except my brother because he saw me. "Oh and don't come out until I say..." He said with a evil tone "a-alright" I replied, scared. I never liked anything with violence, and that's how I got the nickname "The Child". I mean, I'm literally scared of anything violent like a little kid. 

         I started going through my phone when I heard the gunshots and put in headphones to try to drown out the gunshots but they were so loud that the headphones barley even worked, but I kept them in anyways just in case. The gunshots continued, even when I got a text from Hank. I opened it up "RUN RUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN DONT LET ANYONE SEE YOU GO RUN NOW CALL ME WHEN YOUR SAFE". 

          Shocked, I obeyed his orders, but I put my phone in my bag first and got out of my hiding spot and ran as fast as I could, I ran past Hank who looked at me and I looked back and stopped; "DON'T STOP SKITTLES, RUN!" He yelled at me, the agents that were still alive looked at me. I guess Hank took that chance and killed the agents, but more agents were coming VERY FAST. Hank took a moment and yelled "SKITTLES GO NOW!" So...I ran, I ran as far as I could, and it felt like forever...I wasn't even paying attention to my surroundings until I ran into someone...

          "Sorry!" I said to them then I looked up at the person, I knew to because I was pretty short for a person like me. This person had long, dark brown hair that was made into a braid, it was a guy from what I could tell because there are very few women in Nevada, he had a cowboy's hat on with a star pinned to it, he had a black shirt under a brown trench coat, on the coat was a golden sheriff's badge, he was also wearing black fingerless gloves (like everyone around here). He was wearing gray pants with black knee pads over them and brown boots, I would recognize this man anywhere, it was Sheriff.

         "Hey, its alright kid." he squatted down to my level "You lost?" he asked. "yea I guess you could say I am..." I said, a tear streaming down my face.

Sheriff pov:

              I was on my daily walk to relieve some stress, when this this grunt ran into me. he was all colorful with rainbow bandages on his head, rainbow clothes, light blond hair with rainbow highlights you name it! Even. a. rainbow. backpack. HOW DID HE GET THIS STUFF?!?! "Sorry!" he said to me "Hey, it's alright kid." I squatted down to his level, He was pretty short for a grunt like him, but he looked like he was in his early 20s, "You lost?" I asked him "Yea I guess you could say I am..." he said with a tear streaming down his face. 

               I wiped it to be nice and I asked him "hey where do you live? Not tryna be weird or anything, I just want to return you back to your home" He said with hesitation ".....I-I live with Hank..."