Tobin's POV
Gonna die I'm gonna die I'm gonna die someone help we're gonna die.
My mind screamed that over and over again.
Another shot fired.
Marc shoved me into a building.
"Get upstairs!" Marc barked at us.
We do as he says, and he starts to fire at the incoming people.
Eli groans as he clutches his head.
Blood shows through his hands.
"Eli.." I say, and take his hand away from the side of his head.
His ear was nicked, and part of the top of his ear was gone.
"Does it look bad?" He asks.
"Nope. Just a scratch. Nothing big" I say truthfully. Well, sort of truthfully.
I look around, and Ryan is firing from the window.
Terrible.
An eleven year old boy, killing people.
Horrible.
I pull Ryan away from the window, and force myself to shoot at the people down there.
I gasp.
Theres too many of them. Not enough bullets, too many of them.
But they aren't cops. They're civilians.
"Surrender!" Someone yells at the head of the pack, and I think to shoot, but then I see Marc walk outside with his hands in the air. He looks up to me and motions us to come.
I get down there, and walk out, with my hands up.
"This is it guys. Nice knowing you" Ryan whispered.
"We're not gonna die" I say, not too sure of myself.
"Maybe not" Eli whispers, wiping the blood from the side of his face. "But all this blood in my ear will make me loose my hearing"
I glance at his wound. For a an ear, that sure is a lot of blood, and sure enough, its flowing right into his ear.
"Shut up! All of you" The man in front yells, pointing a nice gun at me.
He takes a few strides, and stops in front of me.
"Tobin?" He asks, and pulls off his black bandana that covers his mouth and nose.
How would this guy know my name?
I try and remember.
His face is too dirty, and I don't know how I would ever recognize him, if I knew him at all.
But those eyes...they're so familiar. Anger for some reason builds up in me.
"Tobin? Is that you?" He asks again. His voice. Too familiar. I hate it. I hate how I can't name who this really is, but he knows me. Unfair advantage.
"Yeah, my name is Tobin. Who are you?" I ask, trying not to sound so confused.
"You don't remember?" He laughs. "Its me. Tyler"
I strain my eyes, and try to see how this person could be Tyler. And I remember why anger is built up.
"I see. You don't remember" He looks down.
"I do. I just don't know how the person standing in front of me could be remotely related to the boy I know" I say, and it catches him off guard.
I don't really know what I said, but okay.
