Ultramarine -- REWRITTEN

Thirty. [c.h.] -- REWRITTEN

*NOTE: this used to be the contest announcement (still going to have the winners receive their prize), but (going to be honest here), I'm selfish and I want to keep my reads and votes so I changed it, LOL

          I recognized his navy blue eyes before anything else, even if he was holding a gun and wore an ill fitting Commissioner uniform which was tight on his arms but loose everywhere else. I exhaled a breath of relief, placing a hand on my chest to calm my troubled heart and dropping my hand from Harry's arm.

          "Warren!"

          His cheeks and jaw that had a hint of stubble curved with his smile as his hair shined in the light, shadows being cast down his body by sharp bone structure. Before he could speak, Leon spoke up in the darkness behind him.

          "Geez, y'all went on a killing spree back here," he chuckled.

          "They're not dead, they're unconscious," Harry replied, relaxing his stance and walking past Warren with a few syringes in hand. Warren dropped his gun and approached as I beamed. I outstretched my arms and walked around the chair to meet him, his large arms encasing my body. Just as high as my heart had lifted at the sight of him, it sunk once I was in his arms where our lips touched. Not even for a moment could I forget about Harry who had the lovely emotions tied to a brick of guilt. It was a conversation for later. Warren pulled away and brushed some hair away from my eyes. I tried to put on a smile.

          "I'd love to continue this moment, but we really need to get out of here before we get caught," he sighed, briefly pressing his lips to my forehead. He furrowed his bushy eyebrows as his fingers went to my neck. Before he could touch the skin, I lifted my hand and covered the bruises, cheeks burning with my friend, Shame. "What happened to your neck?"

          "It's not a big deal. We should get going," I urged, pulling from his embrace and walking over to the darkness. My head pounded from the drastic adjustment of light, focusing on Harry who was injecting the liquid into Mr Clean on the ground. Aria, the doctor, and the guards that had been posted by the door were all unconscious. Leon hovered over him and tapped his foot on the ground, his attention flickering from the open doors back down to Harry.

          "You're going to need to put on one of their uniforms," Leon instructed as Harry pulled an anesthetic gun from Mr Clean's belt. He stood and shot the doctor and Aria with no hesitation, a bit of smoke curling from barrel.

          "You're lucky I'm not angry at you right now," I mumbled, walking over to Leon. He grinned and gave me a quick embrace.

          "You're lucky I didn't listen to you." Leon looked over at the doors and I followed his gaze. Brielle and Aaron, the man in charge of our small military, were posted outside of the doors. He looked back down at Harry, who was struggling to pull an arm out from a sleeve. "Hurry up with the uniform."

          "I can only move so fast," Harry grumbled, finally slipping the uniform off of one of the guards.

          "Who's this?" Warren questioned, motioning to Harry with his gun as he began to undress. Warren wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me closer to his side.

          "A friend," I replied, my cheeks growing hot. A good looking friend with incredibly defined muscles. He hastily slipped the uniform on, which was tight against his arms and chest.

          "I'm Harry," he mumbled, trying to stretch out the uniform by rolling his shoulders and moving his arms around. "I'm the one who shot you." A smirk curled onto his lips as he bent down and grabbed the gun, hooking it onto his belt. I couldn't help but grin as I looked up at Warren.