Basically Happiness

Weapons

DQ'S pov

As the twenty men around us the four green men keep a tight circle around me and Kellie. The men stepped closer and closer to us, making the green skinned men make a smaller and smaller circle around Kellie and me.

With our circle becoming smaller, Kellies' fear was growing. Damn it, I thought to myself. I forgot about her claustrophobia. I mentally face palmed myself for forgetting such a bad anxiety.

Kellie, still holding her leg, closed her eyes to try and think of a happy place. I, on the other hand, was looking for a way to get me and her out of here. With her freaking out and the boys not wanting us alive I think I'm the only sane one here.

Then I see the thing that was under my feet earlier start to glow. Looking at my hands, I see they are too. This day just keeps getting weirder! I take a second to get my thoughts straight then I have an idea.

I looked at the boys to see what one of them could get me to that big, glowing, orenge red, flat surface. The blue one is facing the total opposite way so that's a no. The purple one doesn't seem to happy and would probably throw me off the bilding so no, that's out. The red one is facing it directly.

I tap his shoulder softly and he winces in pain then said in a harsh tone, "Ow! What do you want!?" I jump slightly hearing how much venum he put into the words. "I need to get to that little glowing thing," I said pointing to it like a pirate and his gold treasure.

He looked between me and the glowing tears then growled in annoyance. "Fine," he said as he lowered his weapon to the point I can step on it.

Stepping on it cautiously, I looked back at Criss. He had his tiffany blue and black 9mm gun out and aiming at the young orange banded green man. When I felt myself being lifted up, balancing on the blade of his tonfas, I locked my eyes on the plat of fire.

A low grunt ripped from his throat as he tossed me up in the air. I locked my legs together, making my toes in a point, and twirled around to dodge to bullets flying at me. Different gun shots rang in my ears as I landed just five feet from the puddle of tears. Glancing back at the green men and Kellie, I see all of them, except Kellie who was still her turtle looking duck and cover mode, fighting with the rebels.

I looked back at the tears, my eyes widen when I see the barrel of a gun aimed at my head. A small twitch of his finger and I'm a goner. "Why is such a beautiful little girl, hanging out with these... freaks?" The man said. That was Criss standing in front of me.

I feel my body start to shake as I slowly put my hands up. "P-please... don't shoot me..." I plead to him. He ticks his head back and forth with his eyes looking upward. "Maybe I will, maybe I won't," he said back to me. Well that's very encouraging.

My eyes fall from his eyes to the barrel of the gun. One wrong move and everything I know will be gone, down the drain from one simple movement. Biting my lip and taking a deep breath, I use my right arm to push him back and duck down just in time for him to shoot.

Then I spin and kick his feet out from under him. He grunts as I hear his team of rebels fall in battle. My chance is now. With a fast movement I kick the tears up and catch them above my head. "Shit!" I scream as the heat starts to melt my skin.

I look at the purple green man with the tattoos and glance at his gun. He noticed what I was looking at and nods slightly. Throwing the plate in the air as high as I could, I duck into a ball, covering my head.

One shot and little red and orange pieces would be everywhere, I need to stay focused. As I hear the sound of the bullet leaving the gun, I look up and focus all my energy on the plate.

As it shatters I threw my hands up, somehow keeping all the pieces together. In my head I made them into a little tornado but, then it happened for real! This is getting weirder by the second.

I closed my eyes and envisioned the pieces going separate ways then at each of the still alive rebels. When I open my eyes I see the blood leaving their bodies. "Oh my God..." I said. "I'm a... I'm a murderer!" My breath quickens and I look at each of the fallen bodies.

I feel eyes on me and I turn to look at the four boys and Kellie. Only one wasn't looking at me, Kellie. She was still in her happy place. The boys looked at me in shock, other then the purple one who just crossed his arms.

I gulped. What did I just do?