Ruin: It's Our Fault [BK. 1]

Helpful Hands, Ch. 4

[Picture: Piper, Graham]

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I gulped, glancing between the two of them. I could do this, I told myself.

I took a deep breath before knocking his gun away from my head, swiping it from his hands, and in such a swift motion that he didn't have time to react until the action was over. So, now I was the one pointing his own weapon at him. The other, who I thought didn't have a gun, actually did- and now it was aimed at me. Great.

I looked around, trying to see if there was anything I could do to throw them of guard. There was nothing.

"We know you have her!" The other yelled. His hair seemed as if it couldn't decide between being blonde or brown, and his eyes were a vibrant bluish green. He was so tall that he towered over me, but he looked around my age. In fact, he could've gone to my school for all I knew.

Recognition kicked in, "You mean Lydia?" My gun lowered. They must've gotten separated when she was chased by that crazy guy. Or was this some Traitor trick to get all of us?

"You're the one that attacked her!" He accused, waving a finger in my direction.

"No," I shook my head quickly, putting my hands up in defense, "we saved her, and she's healing inside." I pointed towards the school, but they didn't seem that convinced. "We killed the person that was shooting at her. Then, we took her back with us. We didn't hurt her, we healed her." I stated dryly, keeping my attention on his gun.

It seemed to be maybe two or three in the afternoon. There wasn't snow, but we still had several cold weeks ahead of us.

They glanced at each other before one, with short, jet-black hair spoke, "How do we know you're telling the truth?" He shifted his weight.

"You don't," I admitted bluntly, "but if you lower you're gun, I'll let you come see for yourselves." I told them, hoping they'd take the deal.

They exchanged another look, before their weapon was, indeed, lowered. I handed the brown-haired boy his gun back, which could've been a mistake, but I wanted to show them that I was willing to trust them.

"Follow me." I said, circling back around. I walked in front of them, not feeling the need to start up a conversation, and I had a feeling that their guns were still targeting me. I started to get bad vibes from them as we continued walking. There was no way I'd be able to take them out in this position.

"You better not be lying." I heard one of them mutter behind me.

"Actually," I swung around to face them, "I definitely could be lying, but if you try anything dumb, I've got fourteen shooters aimed your way." I have to admit it.. this lying thing is sorta fun.

"You're bluffing." The one with darker hair than the other half-laughed, but I could tell that they were starting to get nervous. Once in a while they'd glance around to see if anyone was on the roof.

"Care to find out?" I crossed my arms, trying to stay confident. Part of me wanted Hayes to come out and help the situation, but the other part of me knew I could handle it alone.

"Just take us to Lydia." He frowned, looking slightly annoyed and impatient

I turned around, a small smile tracing my lips. Maybe these people could help us. Once they'd see Lydia, they would realize that we're the good guys, right? They'd understand that we could work together.

We arrived at the front of the school finally, and they walked in behind me- still acting cautious as ever. I led them down a short hall until we stood on the outside of a wooden door.