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The cut on the left side of my forehead started to pour down my skin. My chest felt like it was compressing together as I walked through the dem evening. The warm air surrounded me like a cacon almost. I felt dizzy, lightheaded. I just finished fighting one of the gang members. I looked down to the side of my foot and there laid the either dead or unconscious gang member. Just to think I was a part of this gang, and friends with all the guy I have been fight against right now. "Clearly I wasn't the weak one Gabe." I spat at the unconscious body besides me.

I hear two familiar voices, my heart slightly races and I felt my chest open.
But shortly afterwards I hear their destress voices calling out to me.

Then there are three loud noises... gunshots.

Their voice go silent and I feel panic course through me. My mouth becomes dry and I can't think with all the panicked voices running through my head. Each voice more worried than the last.

I start running in the direction from where I heard the gunshots. Having a strong feeling they're in this direction, but praying to whatever God there may be that they aren't.

I feel my shoulder start to aches and my knee feels almost like noodles after being boiled on top of a stove.

I grit my teeth at the pain, but my legs give out and I fall. The side of my face hits the dirt on the ground, i use my hand and push my self up and wipe most of the dirt of before barely being able to lift myself if the ground.

I grip my aching shoulder, trying to do my best to stop the pain, but it's no use.

I start running again, I felt drizzle of rain fall on my nose and other parts of my body. Fuck it's gonna rain, I have to get to them before it does.

I keep running in that direction, the voices in my head yelling at me to find them, help them, save them. I want to, I want to make sure they're safe, that they're ok. Please, hope they're ok.

I stop running and look around, trying to catch a break to catch my breath. God damnit, where are they?

What if they're...-

"Xavier! Elijah! Answer me! Please!" I yell out but there is no response. I keep Calling out they're names, desperately wanting to know if they're ok.

I start running again, in the direction I was going previously. I meet the corner and enter a surprisingly unknown alleyway, which quite the opposite that I'm use to entering.

I keep running until my body stops and look at the sight before me.
My eyes widen and my mouth agapes open. Oh no... Oh no no no no no...

I-I didn't make it in time

I slowly walk forward and stare at the body's i've come to love so much.

Elijah had a bullet in his side and a cut going across his face and a few bruises. Xavier had a bullet in his shoulder and stomach. Also with bruises across his body.

No...-

"Looks like little ol' Noah was too late"
I turn around, shaking with anger at the familiar voice. It was fucking James, my leader!

"You fucking bitch, did you do this to them!?" I yell with aggression lacing my tone. "If I did, why would it be any of your concern? They are both dying as we speak." He cackled.

I grit my teeth, and clench my fists as salty tears run down my tan skin.

"Why!? They did nothing to you! They didn't even know you!-"

"But they knew you, and personally at that. I told you Noah, no one should know or they were gonna be executed." He sighed, "Just to think, all this unnecessary blood was wasted because of you."

"... Unnecessary blood?" I laugh slightly with my head tilted.

"Noah-"

"It's Tyler to you James-"

"...N-n...Noah?" I hear one on my angels call out to me weakly. I quickly turn my head down to them.

Elijah eyes are just barely open as he speaks. God I know it must be hard for him to talk right now.

"Elijah! Oh my god- are you ok!?" I scream.

"I-Im fine. But are you ok?"

I feel my heart ache, he's worried about my well-being while he's most likely dying.

"I'm ok, what about you and Xavier? You guys are dying..." I knelt down, my hand holding both of their faces

"Xavier need to be tend to now, or he's going to die. Please take him, I'm not gonna die since I was only shot in the hip. So please get Xavier to the hospital fast." Elijah has tears falling down his face.

"Can you move your arm?"

"Y-yes, but barely" He lets out weakly.

I lean closer and whisper in his ear, "I want you to get out your phone and call 9-1-1 since I'm not able to." I wouldn't be able to, not with James right there. He nods, while sit him up.

"Ok, that's enough lovely time you two. Since you aren't dead yet" He pulls out the gun from his pocket and aims it at Elijah, "Bye-bye."

He pulls the trigger, and shoots but put my arm in the way, taking the bullet with almost no hesitation.
"SHIT!" Fuck, taking a bullet for someone hurts more than I thought.

"Aw, Tyler you must love them. That's just so cute isn't it?" He fakes out, but he puts his finger back on the trigger.
"But-"

I knock the gun out his hand and quickly grab it, ignoring the agonizing bullet in my arm. I point the gun at him, "Now, you are going to stand right here until the police gets here. Or I will shoot you right in your fucking forehead."

"You wouldn't-"

I shoot him in his foot and he falls to the floor. "Don't you fucking test me bitch." I lowly growl.

Elijah called the police and told them our situation. After a short period of time, Xavier had woken up, in much pain. I wanted to desperately hold him, hold both of them but I had to make sure James wouldn't even think about moving.

The police arrived and all of us were instantly taken to the hospital. They had to take the bullets out of all four of us. Which they did with ease between Me, Elijah, and James. But it wasn't so easy with Xavier. It took over a day for them to get the bullet out of him and perform surgery on him. I remember vividly how much me and Elijah cried, we thought he wasn't gonna make it. But I guess the odds were in our favor because he made it.

We all had to be interviewed while we were in the hospital, explaining what happened in our own perspectives.

After a few days we were all released from the hospital, but James was sent to prison for 65 to 85 years for attempts murder.

And the three of us had went home and just laid in bed together.
Just to think... I almost lost them both a few days ago.

(Too lazy to finish)