The American Ninja

Chapter Eight

"Not a drill, eh?" Miles says.

"Shut up, we have to take our positions," Carson says and hits Miles on the back of his head.

"What are our positions?" I ask. However, I got no answer - I guess they're all still pissed.

"Just fallow us," Tyonna whispered after a moment. We all trek quietly down the metallic looking hall.

"Carson," a voice asks.

"What?" He snaps back.

"I have no clue how to use nun-chucks." I finally recognize the voice as Julie's.

Carson takes a deep sigh. "Rick?"

"Yeah?" Rick answers.

"You are my second in command," Carson says. "You know where the weapons room is, right?"

"Right."

"Take Julie, Miles, and Gemma to the weapons room. Tyonna and I will keep moving."

With that, Rick leads us off to the weapons room, where we are to select weapons we actually know how to use. That means my selection is very...limited.

"Are we going to die?" I ask.

"No." They all say.

"But, this isn't a drill. And we all are walking through an unfamiliar building with only a weapon we don't know how to use. How can we defend ourselves?" I say.

No one answers. Damn it, Gemma! I told myself I was going to keep my mouth shut!

"Here we are." Rick pulls out a card and slides it under a scanner. These huge double doors ease open. "Grab a weapon you know how to use."

We all rush in, I immediately see Julie grab for a gun. What kind of ninja uses guns? I look around the vast room, straining my eyes in the darkness. I spot throwing knives, and even though I have no real idea how to use them, I grab them.

"Shouldn't we get some ninja stars or something?" Miles asks.

"Do you know how to use ninja stars?" Rick retorts.

"No..."

"Then you don't get any."

I search for more weapons; I end up grabbing a whip, a small hand gun, and yes, some ninja stars. I always give in to temptation.

"Lets go," I hiss.

"Hold on," Rick says. "Miles hasn't chosen a weapon."

"What the fuck is he waiting for -"

And that is when a searing pain shoots into my arm. I look down to see a knife wedged into my shoulder. Slowly, I look up, and, in the dimness I see a group of frightening looking people standing there. The one who threw the knife at me grins.

"They're here," I whisper.

Everything soon breaks into chaos. They attack us, and a scream splits the air. I know that scream, it is Miles. He didn't have a weapon...

Suddenly someone lunges at me, hitting me so hard my breathe is knocked out. I hit the ground and struggle to get back up. Blindly I grab for one of my throwing knives and attempt to stab wildly. To no success.

I jump up then, brushing the hair out of my face I pull out my gun and shoot my attacker. He drops to the ground.

Looking around, I realize there are WAY MORE OF THEM than there are of us. And a few more start to head my way. I shoot three times: one of them falls to the ground. I shoot four more times, I miss each time. Then, I realized that the gun is only good for eight rounds.