Hide And Seek ( Alex Goot Elle Fowler Sam Tsui )

Chapter 34

Kurt heard the loud noises even from his jail cell. He wanted to get up and look out of his tiny window, but his entire body was simply too tired for him to even move. Every part of his skin was covered in his own blood. He begun to wonder if his friends were ever going to come to him and Sam at all.

" The Assassins are on the roof of building 37!"

Kurt perked his ears up when he heard that. Machine gun sounds were now heard, before a loud explosion. Forcing himself onto his feet, he went to see what was happening outside the window.

His jaw fell open when he saw a fighter jet with a British flag sail towards the ground, fire consuming its metal frame. American planes flew around, proud and brave. Machine gun sounds continued to fire.

" Assassins shot down our plane!"

" I hope Jared is okay! "

Kurt watched as a whole troop of soldiers ran by, panicking and yelling at one another. He felt something warm inside him. His friends were not giving up, nor were they hiding away. They were shooting down planes!

He watched in fascination as another British fighter jet got its engine blown off. Only then did Kurt notice something amiss.

There as two points of machine gun fire. Technically, in a team of three, only one machine gun could be controlled. Kurt looked again, just to make sure he was right.

One blast of bullets from the left side, another from the right. Yup.

" How can that happen? Unless, " Kurt paused, watching in awe," Unless the other forces have arrived."

Kurt shrank back into his bed, hope filling his body once again. Force members, gathering here in Los Angeles, probably to come and kill George and Odin. But he knew that if George and Odin moved to another state, all hope would be lost for him.

He hated that it sounded so selfish of him, but Kurt desperately wanted to be rescued.

Another loud explosion went off outside, and Kurt only could catch a brief glimpse of the British symbol on the fighter jet before it got engulfed in flames.

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Alex winced as Elle lightly dabbed her medicated cloth onto his wound, holding on tight to a pillow with clenched fists. Chrissy and Elle had escaped injury, but because Alex had to stay in sight to control the machine gun, hence he got hit.

The British were firing at them from the planes too, purposely slowing down to take a shot. When it had swooped down near the three of them, Alex had been instructed to shoot down the plane. While the people in the plane were instructed to shoot him.

So basically, Elle and Chrissy got out of the way the moment they knew that the British weilded guns, but Alex was too slow. He had tried to duck, but one bullet had entered his arm, close to his old bullet wound.

" I'm going to open up your skin, with a knife, to get the bullet out. It's going to hurt like hell, but try to bear with it. Pass out if you need to," Elle told him, already preparing the tweezers and the knife blade. Chrissy was waiting not too far away with bandages for after the proceedure.

" As if I can choose whether to faint or not," Alex mumbled. He grabbed on to the pillow tighter.

Elle placed the tip of her knife at the mouth of the wound, as if hesitating slightly. Then, it dug itself in his skin. Alex felt the wave of pain hit him hard, he nearly felt himself black out from the pain, but caught himself in time.