Welcome to the Jungle

Trust

I put my phone in my pocket and walked over to the table with guns strewn across the top. I smiled and walked towards the pistol and sniper.

"You really wanna start out hard?" Mini asked. I smirked.

"I'll have you know I was the best sniper in my whole gang. My brother taught me when I was littler how to shoot a gun to defend myself." I smiled up at the ceiling, thinking about Gunner.

"Okay, well show us what you got." I nodded and loaded the bullets into the barrel. I took off the safety and aimed at the targets head, pretending it's Duncan. I shoot and hear collective of gasps behind me. I giggle and aim for the chest next, right for the heart. I think about another sensitive spot on the human body and aim for the throat. I shoot and goes directly in the middle, where the pipes for breathing, eating, and drinking are. I smile to myself and stand up fully. I look at the guys to see shocked looks on their faces. Well, what I can see of their faces. I move on to the pistol and load it, taking the safety off the pistol and putting it back on the sniper. I do the same shots and put it back down when I'm finished.

"Damn..." Someone whispered. He had a slight southern accent, so I figure it was Delirious. "Where did you learn to shoot like that?" I turned around to see I was right assuming it was him. I smiled and looked down.

"My brother. He showed me when I was little how to shoot a pistol, and then when I was older, a sniper." He nodded, accepting my answer.

"Did something happen to him..? You're talking like he's gone or something.." I smile sadly and look up.

"He died. He was the leader of The Hunters. He never wanted me to join, and he had a pretty damn good reason if I think about it now." He stayed away from our house a lot cause he didn't want other gangs coming after me. He would come back after a couple of days and would call every night making sure I was alright. But about 8 years ago now, he didn't come home for a week, or even call. I got worried, so I called him. Duncan picked up, crying. He told me he was shot and died right after. I cried for hours, laying in his bed with his jacket. After his death, I joined the gang. I didn't really have a choice. Speaking of...the anniversary of his death is coming up soon...I better go see him soon.

I felt something roll down my face. I put my hand up and felt tears. I sniffled and ran back to the room. I heard running behind me and yelling. I ran into the room and slammed the door leaning against it. I felt pounding on my back and sunk down to the floor.

"Go away..." I mumble. The pounding stop and I hear footstep leaving. I stand up and walk over to the mirror. I take my mask off and throw it on the bed. I walk to the connected bathroom and stand in front of the sink, staring at myself. My eyes are bloodshot and there is streams of tears flowing freely from my eyes. My eyebrow piercing is bleeding slightly, reason unknown. A sob escapes my lips and I bite my lip, not wanting to make a sound. I grab a small square of toilet paper and wet it slightly, pressing it against my piercing. I walk back into the room and grab Gunner's jacket. I slip it on and lay down on the bed. I take my hair down and throw the hood up over my head and cover my face. I walk out the room and into the kitchen, face towards the ground. I hear the slight buzzing of the television and chatting. I stop right before entering the living room. I stuff my hands in my pockets and pull out the picture from my phone. I unfold it and see Gunner. I smile and tears cloud my vision again. I hear foot steps behind me and they go to my room door.

"Wolf? You okay?" Mini opened the door and walks inside. He must have saw my mask inside cause I hear him call my name again. "Wolf? Where are you?" He sounds kinda scared...wonder why..? I slightly turn around to see him leave the room. He looks straight at me and sighs.