The Indigo Children

Someone give him a cheesecake.

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"You want to know what I think?" I held up a finger and pointed to myself. "I think the dominant one should drop his gun first."

Without even hesitating, the sly-smiled boy shrugged once and literally threw his gun about five feet away. "With pleasure." he said.

"Make me convinced that you've got no arms left near you," I persistently press, my aim coming up to his head again. The boy pondered for a moment.

"Um, well. I still have two of my arms. So do I need cut them off or-" he raised both of his arms.

"I meant weapons, you son of a-" I stopped myself from cursing and huffed through my mouth. He was doubled over laughing, but he unloaded all the contents of his pockets and dropped them to the floor anyway, needlessly patting his bottom in front of me to show that he's hiding nothing. "Relax, kid,"

"Give me the sniper."

"You have to be less obvious if you want to look more dominant in this situation," he chuckled and kicked the sniper that spun to my feet. I unloaded the sniper's bullet, and kicked it away from both of us. Then, I threw away my own gun that I was holding, repeating the boy's earlier actions of throwing it so far away.

Both of us watched as the gun I threw spun on the floor and bumped on his gun, and he clapped his hands in mocking awe. "Nice aim. And I'd never thought you'd actually drop it."

"I'm a person of my words,"

"Sweet," he smirked and crossed his arms up his chest. "So, what's the deal?"

"I let you go, and you never come to this place again. I'll make sure to shut my mouth about this." I offered, hands on my hips and my foot kicking small pebbles under my feet towards him.

Hearing this, he laughed half-heartedly and said, "Stop this idiocy," he threw me one of his mocking smirks for the hundredth time. "Nothing will stop us from coming back. It's just the wall that I'm trying to shoot, not a person."

"You expect me to believe that? I'll request for the school to put tight security in this place. Once they see something suspicious, they will open fire." I tried to threaten.

His smirk dropped and his grey eyes narrowed at me, mimicking a lion that has just found its food. "That's so cruel and plain tactless. What position do you hold in this school anyway, that they will listen to you?"

"Then what do you want in exchange for you to leave?" I snapped in annoyance. This guy is something. That was a less bad offer that I give to him without risking too much on our side. He's so intent to finish the job that he seem to not take no as an answer, even after the fuss of trying to build a peace treaty.

"Just to let you know that we won't stop coming until we finish our job." he shrugged. My eyes twitched in irritation and I rubbed a temple. What's the point of me offering a treaty, then? I wanted to shout that in his face. But my violent and sinister thoughts seemed to give me a suggestion.

"Are you afraid of heights?" I asked him, casually walking over towards the boy.

"What?" he asked in confusion, his arms dropping to his side as he regarded me walking towards him. His guard is down. "I'm not. Otherwise why would I chill on top of the rooftop?"

With one swift movement, I cut off his urge to laugh and grabbed him by his collar. I pushed him off the ledge behind him by immense force, but my hand was still gripping on his shirt firmly. Next thing you'd knew, he was dangling over the ledge with only my lone arm as his support.