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"They just keep coming!"

Till brings his leg up as far as it'll go, planting a kick square on one of the aliens' faces, grunting as it resists him. He finally forces it onto its back and he holds out a shaky hand, grasping a clean cut chunk of shiny metal. The monster squirms beneath him and he digs his Stage heel harder into its head. He puts the tip of his finger around the small piece Luka had pointed to and drew in a trembling breath.

He pulls toward himself. Hard.

BANG!!

For a moment, he's lost.

There's a ringing in his ears and his forearm aches to drop the weapon. His legs feel like that godawful cafeteria jiggly, and he can't seem to get his labored breaths in order.

Then, he glances up, looks around.

He catches a glimpse of bright pink and faded gold, sees Mizi pull a dagger from wherever she's hidden it away and stab an alien in the eye, easily overpowering it. Luka now wields a weapon eight times the size of the one he'd given Till and— what was actual fuck is happening?

Mizi whirls around in a wide circle, making sure her surroundings are clear before slightly lowering her dagger. She flips it around in her grasp, the blade pointing backwards as she glances around, gold eyes searching.

Till doesn't realize he's staring until it's too late.

"Till!" Mizi spots him and shouts, waving over at him with the arm not holding a deadly weapon.

Till takes a deep breath and holds the weapon at arm's length as he jogs over to her. Most of the aliens are dead, Luka dealing with the stragglers with a final few BANGs from the giant peashooter.

After running through endless metal hallways and evading at least a million alien search parties, the Jailbreak Trio finally found an exit, however, it wasn't the correct exit.

Till, of course, still hasn't been told a single thing about why they're on the run from the Stage but from what he's seen and experienced he's been able to make a solid assumption.

Mizi and Luka are supposed to be rescuing him.

That's all he knows.

So when they finally broke out of that godforsaken complex, Till had been quite sure they were all just going to disintegrate as soon as they stepped foot out the door. It's not like he's never been outside before, the aliens let them out once a month, but he was sure they had something bigger up their sleeves in case an escapee ever made it this far without being caught.

But all that had awaited them was a large number of uglies and aliens and monsters and mutants.

Well, Luka's giant peashooter and Mizi's dagger had made quick work of them.

Luka gave Till a gun but, well. . . his aim sucked ass, so he went for a more hand to hand approach and then shot the fiend after they were on the ground. His hands are still trembling from the adrenaline.

He's never been able to hurt them quite the same way they did him, until now.

"Till, listen to me." Mizi's suddenly in front of him, materializing out of thin air. "Luka said the bikes are just around a kilometer that way—"

"Are you in love with him or something?"

The question shocks Mizi equally as much as it shocks himself. That isn't what he wants to say, isn't even what he's been thinking. . . why did he ask her something he himself hasn't been thinking about?

Mizi looks lost as she scrambles for a response. "What? Till, what are you—"

BANG!!

Till jumps and looks over to see Luka standing a few yards away, a tiny peashooter held high in the air, smoke drifting from the pointy end even after Luka lowers his arm to his side.