Introduction
*~Ambrie's POV~*
I pressed my back against the wall, making sure I am as concealed as possible. There is hushed breathing on the other side of the wall, the target. I readied my small hand gun-- quietly pulling it towards my body and readied my finger on the trigger.
The sound of footsteps were secretive-- coming closer and closer towards me. I nervously licked my lips and quietly let out a breath before jumping out in front of my target, pointing the gun at him. The target had a cunning smirk played out on his features.
"Shoot me, I dare you." He said, tempting me to do what he told me to do. He raised up his arms, palms facing me, as in surrender. I smirked and pulled the trigger, only a faint clicking noise came from the gun. I widened my eyes, dumbfounded, and pressed the trigger again. Once again, a clicking noise.
"Shit." I mumbled under my breath. Only a moment later, he quickly raised his gun up, pointing it at my torso and pulled the trigger.
The force from the bullet caused me to fly backwards and fall to the ground. I groaned in pain as my body was sprawled out on the floor. I squeezed my eyes shut, as I obtain a massive headache from the impact.
A loud alarm played, meaning that training is over for the day. I groaned again, sitting up on the floor and placing my hand on my head-- the loud sound didn't really revive my headache.
"Training is now over. Please get some rest tonight, training is going to start at 5:30 tomorrow morning." Marsha said over the speaker. The request echoed throughout the warehouse, making sure we all heard her words.
Shuffling and chattering of many other teenagers echoed in the building, all of them relieved that training is finally over for the day.
I looked down at my torso, not surprised that Noah almost missed the bullet proof vest. The bullet left its mark right above my heart but barely below my collarbone.
I sighed, annoyed, "Are you trying to kill me?" I looked up at him, he walked over to where I was sat on the ground and pulled me off of it. I brushed myself off and pulled the bullet out of the vest. I dropped the small metal object to the ground and unzipped the vest, shortly peeling it off of me.
"Maybe I am, Brie." He said jokingly while taking off his unmarked bullet proof vest. We start walking to the locker rooms, while continuing to talk about our training session.
"I really do think that you rigged my gun. It never malfunctions like that!" I said while contemplating why that problem happened.
