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Chapter 30: "Hammerhead"

Of course, more things to consider. Hammerheads are apparently a side group for the Sand Sharks... Joy. I found this out the hard way. Walking into Crane Town, all it took was one glance at the back of their jackets. And only one of them had the text "Eric" planted across the back. They didn't talk amongst themselves- they just stared at you. If that isn't something that sends fucking chills up your spine, I don't know what will.

They seemed casual. Just standing around there. Around the Crane. They almost looked natural. Until a small boy ran by, chasing his ball, slamming into one of them by accident. One of them picked him up by his shirt collar, slamming his head into a pole. Then he dropped the kid, letting him slink back, wailing his ass off with a dent in his head.

Then he did exactly what I didn't want him to do. "Oi!" Connor yelled at them. Most of the men in the group turned. The others rolled their eyes, leaning back as if used to the recoil. The man that slammed the little boy ran forward, headbutting Connor, knocking him to the ground.

"Hey-!" My arm was grabbed and I was pulled back. The barrel of a gun pressed against my temple and I froze, watching as the man slammed Connor into a pole, until knocking him out. Then he took out his scoped sparrow, shooting him in the gut. Not being the one shot, I still screamed. But the man still seized my arm, holding me back. Then the man dropped Connor.

"Let's go." The man growled, gripping his gun, walking out the gate. The man seizing my arm shoved my forward towards Connor, leaving with the rest. I kneeled beside him, moving his hair out of his face. I sighed with a small grunt, throwing his arm over my shoulders, lifting him up, carrying him to the clinic.

"I'm getting tired of this," I grumbled quietly. I slid him into a bed, turning, facing a doctor. "Sand shark shot him in the gut," I said, moving out of the way. The doctor immediately went to work, plucking out the bullet, and injecting something that he explained as 'lowering his risks of getting it infected'.

I watched as he scuffled around, dabbing the blood with a cloth and wrapping it. He then looked back to me, walking from his bed, nodding, and disappearing into the back room. I waited for a pretty long time before he started to stir. He turned over, laying his hands on his head, letting out a small groan of pain. Then he began stirring more violently as if panicking. "Carmen?" He wheezed, whimpering slightly.

"I'm here," I said, getting up and walking over, touching his shoulder. "You alright?" I asked, crouching beside him. He shook his head.

"No. Nooo no no." He winced, trying to get out of bed. I softly pushed on his shoulder, making him lay back down. "Carmen." He whined, struggling. "Shoot me." He said, guiding a silver pistol into my hands. Was he serious? I'll never know. I put it on the crate behind me, frowning.

"You know that's not an option, Connor." I scowled slightly. He whined some more, pushing out of bed. He struggled over, grabbing the gun and giving it back to me. He stared me dead in the eyes.

"Carmen." His voice was stern. "I said shoot me."

"You're just in pain, Connor." I stared back. "It will go away."

I shook my head in disbelief. The boy I met at the fight club is telling me to shoot him.

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"Think the Doctor will notice?" I chuckled, walking into the subway. Connor snickered, following after me.

"Not really."

"Yeah," I said, grinning. "Me too." We passed through, walking into a space, half of it filled with concrete and ash, the ceiling low. He turned, standing in front of me.

"Carmen?" He tilted his head. I mimicked his motion, staring back. "Thanks for..." He breathed. "Everything."

I nodded, sitting. He sat next to me, his hand brushing across the ash on the ground.

"What a shitty world huh?" I scowled. "You make it tolerable," I said, poking his side. He chuckled, gently swatting my hand. I pursued.

He tossed his head back, laughing. I chuckled, slapping my hand over his mouth. "Dude, don't attract more people!" I whispered sternly with a giggle. He was trying hard not to laugh out loud. He snickered into my hand for a while before finally calming down. We sat there for a while, enduring the silence. Then he leaned his head on mine. It was a small gesture. Didn't mean much, but to me, it meant a lot.

He let out a small sigh, kissing my cheek and standing, holding out his hand. Did someone turn on the heat? "Come on. Let's find somewhere to sleep." A blush crept across my face and I grabbed his hand. He lifted me up in one swift motion, leading me farther into the subways.

After quite a distance of walking, we stopped at a small apartment looking space. It had two beds, a bathroom, books, a table. It had everything, really. He sat me on a bed. "You should get some rest."

"Are you?" I glanced up at him. He hesitated before nodding.

"I will eventually. Don't worry about me, Carmen." He frowned. My shoulders dropped. I finally gave in, sliding on the bed on my side. All I remembered from there was the small kiss that he planted on my head.

The next morning I woke up with a small groan, rubbing my eyes. I turned around, seeing a sleeping Connor, in the bed a few yards away from mine. I sat up, swinging my legs off the bed, running my fingers through my hair, slightly fixing it. I stood up on my shaky legs, stumbling over to my backpack, grabbing it.

After getting used to walking, I went back to Connor, crouching and tapping his shoulder, whispering, "Connor. Hey," His eyes slowly opened, struggling to focus. His pupils contracted, landing on me. I smiled. "Good morning."

"Hey." He chuckled.

"Want to go back to Crane town today?" I tilted my head. "Don't worry about the hammerheads. I'll keep you safe." He chuckled, nodding.

"Sure. Alright." He said. I held out my hand, letting him have time to grab it, before yanking him out of bed. He grabbed his backpack and his 1911, glancing back at me. "Stay behind me." He whispered, raising it, aiming outward. I unslung my bow, notching an arrow. He pulled back slightly. "There's four. Run ahead while I shoot them-" He began to whisper.

"No way in Hell!" I whisper growled. "You're wounded! Let me take two and you take two." I glared at him. He rolled his eyes with a sigh.

"Fine." He frowned. I smiled triumphantly, raising my bow, notching an arrow. He ran out, gunning down his two as I shot one of mine through the skull. He whipped around. "Carmen! Need he-" But it was too late. I shot my second target straight through the eye, coming out the back of his head, his brains splattering out across the floor.

I slowly looked to Connor, smiling as he gawked at me.

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