Rainbow Heart

Chapter 35

Barney and Yellow were out again. It was raining heavily, so no one could see them through the fog and the sheets of water pouring from the sky.

Nobody but Boss.

He was sharp. All his senses and his attitude. And he had his beady little eyes right on Yellow. He would not lose again. For Navaeh's sake. The girl was getting bigger every day, and Boss would not miss her childhood.

"Come on, get him!" Boss hissed into his radio.

"Yes Boss!" A voice responded.

Immediately men were on the move. Boss watched them stealthily approach. They had a new game plan. No guns, no running at them all at once. Because of the boy's power, they had to catch him off his guard. Boss was not going to lose any more men on this retarded little white boy's magic tricks! But there was something more to Boss' plan. Something he hadn't even told them.

He expected them to die. That was just the truth. After all he had seen Red and the other colors do, he didn't think they could survive an attack from him at all. But he did expect them to weaken the boy. Maybe even hurt him. Hurt him bad enough, Boss hoped, to let him finish the boy off.

So he watched his men march to their deaths. Letting them run in behind Yellow and his lover. He hoped that they would kill the boyfriend first. In fact, he had ordered them to do so. Maybe the emotional trauma of seeing his partner being murdered would throw him off. Long enough for them to do serious damage. Besides, Boss had seen this Yellow. He was a joke. A child. He spent all day making flower crowns, watching cartoons, and singing. He was the least competent of all the colors. From what Boss had seen, Yellow was a god damn idiot. He would be the easiest color to kill off.

He heard a scream from the streets. Yellow's lover was falling, blood gushing and falling onto the pavement. It formed a puddle, running through the cracks in the sidewalk and down into the storm drain. Yellow was crying, he was screaming and cowering backwards.

Boss grinned. His favorite color.

Blood

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Yellow could not believe his eyes. Barney was laying on the sidewalk, his eyes fluttering and gasping for air. It was the most horrible thing that Yellow had ever seen in his short and innocent life. All the colors were screaming in his head, giving him a migraine with their noise. But he didn't feel it. His head was already spinning. His world was crashing around him. Barney had been fucking shot. And he had stopped moving. He screamed the only word that was in his mind. The only thing that his brothers and sisters could say.

"BARNEY!" He screamed.

Yellow was scared. He was terrified. He panicked. This was his first time feeling fear. He was the color of happiness. But when he was standing there, staring at the crippled body of his lover, he couldn't transform. Purple was stuck. Maybe he had disappeared into the Darkness at the sight of blood. Yellow didn't blame him. But that meant he was stuck.

He had to fight the Black Leopards on his own.

With a cry of fear, Yellow threw his hands out to defend himself. Of course, this didn't threaten the men, armed with bats and guns and knives. Yellow needed to tap into his powers. Withdraw his inner magic, whatever that was. He hoped it was a magic sword. Or a magic yellow car Yellow could load Barney into so he could drive them to a hospital.

But all he could summon up was a marble.

A marble. About the size of a dime, pastel, butter yellow with swirls of metallic gold. It was pretty, but it made Yellow angry. A marble! A MARBLE?! What was he going to do with a marble?! Throw it at them?!