To The Stars With You

☆ Reunited ☆

Chapter 36: Reunited

"There it is."

Seven whispered anxiously, his eyes widening as they stood a couple of meters away from the Main Office.

As long as we get in there and explain our situation, everything will be solved.

The redhead nodded, motioning for Vanderwood to follow behind him.

The brunette did so, but only creeped forward to feel a tug on his shirt from behind.

His eyes widened as he turned around to see one of his other seniors, a devilish smile on the man's face.

"Trying to escape and turn our plans around?"

He asked, slipping out a gun.

Vanderwood's grip tightened on Seven's wrist, alarming the redhead.

The shorter boy gasped, quickly dragging Vanderwood to the left as his senior pulled the trigger.

Miss.

Seven felt his breath hitch.

He's actually going to shoot us?!

He tugged Vanderwood another direction once again, dodging another bullet just barely.

The redhead was now fearing for his life, and the brunette adding to that weight upon his shoulder wasn't helping.

"Hey! Snap out of it!"

He yelled, shaking Vanderwood as he was almost shot in the shoulder.

His aim is ridiculously bad, but it's best not to point it out and agitate him...

The redhead ducked, sighing in relief as the bullet stayed lodged in the wall behind him.

"Stop moving around!"

The guy hissed, as he took another shot and just by chance hit Seven in the leg.

The redhead yelped in pain, his balance immediately crumbling.

Vanderwood tightened his grip on the shorter boy's arm, making the latter wince.

He quickly loosened his grip, realizing that Seven's wound from earlier hadn't healed yet.

"Sorry."

The brunette apologized, running along the hallway in panic, hair whipping around as he tried his best to predict the direction of his senior's aim.

Miss.

Miss.

Hit.

Vanderwood fell back, blood leaking from his wounded side.

His senior approached them slowly, trembling in laughter as he watched them crumble.

"How does it feel like to be reduced to nothing?"

He asked sadistically.

Seven coughed, his eyes fixated on the ground.

"It feels horri-"

"It feels good, right? Which is why you're totally asking for it."

The redhead's gaze snapped upwards immediately at the recognization of the familiar voice.

The raven-haired man standing behind the shorter boy's senior scoffed, his own gun pointed straight at the latter's head.

"Drop your gun."