Erina stood stock-still, clutching her gun to her chest. Hiding behind some crates she was sure weren't props, she knew it was still early for a rookie like her to be thrown into the firefight. It wouldn't be like this unless.. oh, god. Was the situation really that bad? Were there no more Hunters to aid? The very thought worked its way into Erina's mind like the diseases she'd read about before, in school. Ha, school. What she'd give to be back in those white walled classrooms.
A sudden bang startled her out of her disoriented mind train, putting her on alert. She cocked her gun and swiveled to position herself so that her body is covered, holding the scope up to her eye. Erina looked through, finger ready on the trigger. She almost pulls, but the sight magnified by the military tool stops her dead in her tracks. Erina dropped the deadly weapon to run up to the clearly injured boy who limps along, leaving a small blood trail behind him.
"Chris! Oh my god..." The short period of time that she had spent training served the girl well in this instant. Not a moment was wasted as Erina worked quickly to patch up the many wounds Chris had somehow received with a medkit of her own that hung in one of her belt pouches. As soon as she finished she sprung up, tackling the sandy-brown haired seventeen year old in front of her in a hug. "I don't care how you got those or who gave them to you," Her voice cracks. "But don't die on me, okay? Don't leave me alone. Don't you dare leave me alone. Not here. Not ever." The words shocked the boy, but only temporarily. He returned the hug.
"Of course."
Unfortunately for her, Erina didn't see the sinister smile growing on Chris's face.
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A New Perspective((An Original Prop Hunt Fic))
Science FictionSomewhere in the far future, aliens that can change form invaded our earth. These seemingly harmful creatures have never been seen in their natural state. Hunters of the Vanguard make sure of that. Unfortunately, the Vanguard organization itself is...
