Caught in Reality

Chapter 3

My apologies for the super duper late update. I forgot about this story. Irresponsible right? Nah, I just wasn't sure if it was good enough to actually continue. Welp. I'm continuing. Yaaaaayyy!!!!! I apologize for horrible grammar or if something doesn't make cents (it'll make dollars) I'll correct it soon. Enjoy? Yeah enjoy.
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I gently put Zeke on the floor and lean him against the wall to rest. I almost fall trying to put him down. Why is he so flippin heavy!? And Why is this other dude alone anyways? Doesn't he have a team or something? A life?

Probably not....

I get back up and glare at him while sweeping myself off with my hands.
"Alright. What exactly do ya want me to do?" I ask him in a serious tone.

"I just need you to come with me to see Rick" he looked down and then back up at me, "And him too." He waved the gun at Zeke to show he meant him, and then pointed it right back at me.

"Yeah and what will we get out of this?" I asked sarcastically, "More years of torture? Execution? Wait wait wait!! I know!!! Millions of dollars we can't use cause we're stuck here!!"

I start to wave my hands in the air as I talk to make it more dramatic.

"Listen. I don't wanna hurt you, but I have to take you-" I cut him off.

"You have to take me to see Rick yadda yadda I know."

"Yes and like I said I don't want to harm you."

"Who's Rick? The boss?" I paused,"Your boss?"

He nods confirming that Rick is who he works for. I hum while pretending to think of an answer and tap on my chin.

"How about...," I pause. I actually have to really think about this. I know this 'Rick' dude could kill us or lock us up so this is serious. If I find Rick I wouldnt just be able to set us free. I'll also be able to set all those other innocent people free! This could work with Zeke's help. I beam at my own brilliant idea.
I look at the guard eyeing me. He seemed a little impatient.
"How about what? No. You're coming with me whether you like it or not," My eyes widened at the sound of those words. Reminding me of what my clone had said before the "dream" ended.

"You all belong to me whether you like it or not."

My fist start to clench and unclench. I didn't like her. I didn't like her at all. Pretending to be me. A wanna be.
That stupid clone tried to kill my brother.

"Hey stop!! I'm giving you many chances to come with me peacefully but you seem to be taking advantage of that!!" I heard the guard yell out.
I look at the guard to see him pointing the gun right at my for head ready to fire. His body is tense and his eyes are wide with fear and confusion. I then notice the position I'm in with my glass weapon arm in the air ready to strike.

Ready to strike him.

What happened? Why did this happen again even though I'm the insane killer instead of my clone this time.
What would of happened if I did kill him? My arm begins to shake a little as I bring my arm down to my side. I was ashamed. How could I do something like that. These people treat me as if I'm a monster. Maybe I'm starting to become one.
My arm changes back to the way it was before and I hold it with my other hand. Afraid of it transforming again.
"I-I'm sorry.... I didn't know what I was doing and....I... I zoned out a little but then...."
I heard a loud thud and a gunshot which brought my head up to see Zeke holding the guard by the neck up in the air.

I smiled happily. "Z-Zeke!!"I exclaimed, "You are ok!!"
He looks at me with a vicious look still choking the guard.
"Zeke calm down he won't actually 'hurt' us!!" He dropped the guard and started to stomp towards me. This wasn't Zeke. He looked.....angry. Ready to kill and get some blood on his hands. At least I think that's how you would describe it.
My eyes widen when he's right in front of me. He raises His fist about to take a fulls swing on me but instead of swinging he collapses onto the floor.

I stare down at it.

"Well this is just great." I say aggravated and throw my arms in the air.

Alright that's it. That's it. I'm done. Officially done.

Done.

I look over to see the guard trying to get up. I March over to him and yank him up by his curly light brown hair.

He groans.

That was hot. Wait what?

He gets out of my grip by kicking the back of my legs making me fall beside him as he tries to reach for his gun he dropped on the floor.
I jump on top of his back preventing him to move any farther. The benefits of being fat.
I listen to the guard struggling when he suddenly laughs.

"You? Fat? If you count yourself as fat you might as well consider every other person on Earth 'fat'." he continued laughing. Whats with this guy? Talk about a lousy guard.
I start slapping his face repeatedly to make him stop laughing. He suddenly twist around so I'm on his stomach and he presses something cold and metal to my forhead.
I stop moving.
"Listen I gave you many chances for this to be nonviolent and you chose not to listen." he wasn't joking around anymore. He wasn't the blushing teenage boy anymore. I think I just pressed the 'I'm done playing around' button.

He throws me off of him still pointing the gun at my head and yanks me off the ground. He starts to drag me over to my brother and orders me to pick him up. I huff.

"I bet that stupid gun doesn't have any bullets anyway." I playfully punch his arm to see if the other guard would come back. He looked the opposite of amused and pointed his gun to me then at the ceiling pulling the trigger. I felt shivers crawl up my spine.
He looked at me waiting for me to pick up Zeke. I did as I was told and put him on my back. He wasn't heavy so it was easy to carry him.

"We're going to see Rick," he said with no emotion.

This isn't how I planned the situation.