Chapa De Silva Oneshots

Stabbed

Chapa's POV 
2/4/22
Tw: Abuse, blood, knifes, swearing
"Emergency! Everyone up to the Man's Nest!" Yelled Captain Man behind me in my ear. Ugh what now? If it's another kid in a ball pit, then I might as well explode. I drop my pencil and press the big red button on my chair. The next moment I am in the man's nest, and I grab my gum, chew, and blow. I feel the blue light wash over my body, and I am soon in my red suit. 

"Everyone we have an eighty-three seven on our hands go go go!" Yells Mika.

"There's a dog on the loose!" Bose squeals with excitement.

"No sweety, I wish, but an eighty-three seven is an armed gang robbery."

"Wait!" I squeal, the excitement rising in my voice, "We get to fight a gang. HELL YEAH!" I start jumping around the room.

"Get to?" Ray yells, "I promise you, you would not like gangs."

"Why? I was in a gang when I was six... oh the good old days." I start to giggle as the memories start to flood back, "We called ourselves the see-saw swifter's, always fighting the good guys, always winning, wow they would kill me if they saw me now. I still remember I lost my first tooth biting-"

"WAIT! You were the one that bit me!" Ray shouts.

"Hey, I know that you guys are a little busy, talking about biting and shit," Miles interrupts, "But I just got a notification that they got a gun now so-"

(A little while later...)

We pull into the driveway of a tan house with black shutters, there is a black van in the driveway, but no one in sight. 

Captain Man turns around to the four of us crowded into the back, cause shotgun just has to be for his fucking weapons, "Okay everyone, we have a nasty case here, try to stay safe and just try to locate and trap the thieves, everything broken can be replaced by the city, now go!

With that we sneak up to the front door, made from glass that has been broken. "Everyone, scatter!" Shoutout whispers, running off.

I run into the house, to the right, it's a nice house to be honest. It's nice, big, and clean, and it seems like a nice family lives here. I look in the dining room, no one. Seems like a small gang to me, if I can't find one in every room. 
I run into the kitchen, where I see a girl, who looks to be about my age, shoving china from the cabinet into her bag. Have I seen her before? I try to sneak up on her and take her out with my electricity, but she turns around and her brown eyes lock with mine.

I stop in my tracks.

"Rue?"

Rue! I can't believe it! It's tiny Ruthy from all those years ago. My heart feels like it's been grabbed by a giant fist. She never escaped the gang life? I should have helped her! I can barely recognize her anymore, her pale skin is loaded with makeup and eyeliner, she has so many more piercings, and the amount of scars on her face has grown tremendously. Whatever happened to that wide eyed little girl I was friends with? She looks... dead now.

"Where did you hear that?!" The girl shouts as she backs away, "That's not my name! Whoever you are you are crossing some-" She stops, as if the memory hits her like a semi truck. I hear her breathing speed up, "Chapa?"

"Rue I can explain-"

The girl snaps out of her trance, "Shh! Stop calling me that! And why should I listen to you? You... y-you left me! You left me to my own defenses! You ran and never looked back! Did you know that I wanted to leave it too? I guess you can see how that worked out for me. Now look at you! You- your Volt? You're one of the good guys now? You're a traitor! You know how Rusty would feel about that!"

I take a deep breath, "Hey, chill, breathe, you know what they would have done to me if I didn't leave-"

"Don't tell me what to do! Maybe they should have done it!" She pushes me to the ground, "If it didn't make me go through that pain! My best friend, leaving me!"

I am stunned by her force. I kept telling her to toughen up and grow a spine if she wanted to survive, but she grew a whole skeleton! A pit of rage grows inside of me, but I need to keep in mind why I'm here. I throw myself to my feet and ignite my hands, sparkling with red bolts. "Okay, back against the wall or things get messy!"