Red Stained Bullets

one

"DON'T SHOOT!" i heard her yell. the man seemed to tighten his grip on me, and he pushed the gun harder against my chest. all i could smell was the sharp scent of the strange, strong smells around us. "Tracie, i'll miss yo-" before i could finish my sentence, he shot the gun and there was so much pain in my chest. the man loosened his grip on me, as i fell to the ground. i felt the tear find its way from my eye, down my cheek as i fell on my knees. i watched as she ran to me, my best friend. tears falling from her face. the only person who cared about me. i watched as she took me in her arms, me bleeding out, and the pain worsening. she looked down at me, crying. the man looked down at her, aimed his gun, and shot her as well. i wheezed and all i could do was watch as she fell back, blood starting to spread on the shirt i gave her for her birthday. i reached for her, but felt weaker. my vision blurred, the pain worsened, and i grew weaker with each and every movement i tried to make. to make matters worse, the shelf, stacked with bottles of strange liquids, fell on my weak, bleeding body. i grunted in pain and shortly after, shut my eyes and died.

hm, you may think, if i thought I was dead, then why am I still writing this? well, turns out i wasn't. the shelf, stacked with bottles of strange looking liquids that fell on me, had entered my bloodstream, healing my wounds. pretty stupid and unbelievable if you think about it, but that's what happened. i got up from my pool of blood and shards of glass, tears still falling from my face. i hated what i was feeling even more alone than i already was before ending up in this fucking lab.

"over there!" a few muffled screamed exclaimed. i sprinted towards the gate of the abandoned laboratory and as i ran, i didn't look back at the tragedy that had just happened. i bottled every emotion i had, to kept going.

finally, after what felt like hours of running, i reached a torn up, dying structure. it was an abandoned local school that was once populated by many happy students. but overtime, the school couldn't be supported enough to keep itself financially alive. so here I am at the location of that dying structure, being shared by teens like me, and adults who do things they aren't supposed to do here. anyways, i entered the building through the main doors and as usual, headed to the locker room. in there, there was a bag of weed, a syringe, a lighter, cigars, coke, etc. the usual. i grabbed the lighter, rolled up the weed, and smoked. i wasn't supposed to do this, but i did it anyways. slowly but surely as i kept inhaling the drug, absorbing it through my system, my vision grew blurry, and i started feeling lightheaded. eventually my body couldn't take it and once again, my exhaustion has taken over me.

i woke up in a dark room, with my vision still blurry as fuck. i grunted before realizing that i was tied up. taking my realization in consideration, i tugged onto the ropes that held my wrists and ankles together, hoping that i could get out of them. "help!" i yelled, desperate for someone to untie me. the whole room was dark, and i couldn't even see clearly.

after what seemed like hours of silence, a voice broke the quietness. "you know, there's more to your story, nat." a voice said from within the darkness. "w-what?" i asked, my breath shaking from the coldness of the room. "i want to make an offer." the deep voice said.

"what do you want?"

"your blood."

i dropped my head, losing my strength.

"why?"

he chuckled and almost immediately I felt the goosebumps arise from my cold skin covered in dried blood.

"answer me!" i exclaimed, growing angry. there was a long moment of silence, and i figured he had left the room. "because you're...special." i was in my most weakest state, so i closed my eyes, ignoring his statement. then I felt a sharp sting in my arm and again, i fell unconscious.

moments later i woke up, still in the same room, and still tied up. except the room wasn't as dark as i last remembered. it was still pretty dark, but it was lightened up enough to the point where i could actually see the doors of the room. two huge men wearing suits were standing there, staring at me. "what." i said. the men still hadn't broken their glances off of me. "what do you want?!" i exclaimed. again, they didn't break their glances off of me. i rolled my eyes, and looked away.

i was startled by the sound of clapping in the room, coming from where the doors were. i looked in that direction and there was a silhouette of a tall, muscular man clapping, staring at me. he then began to...laugh. what the actual fuck was wrong with this guy? "you're funny, nat." he said stopping his clapping. he stepped out of the darkness, revealing his appearance. he looked to be around ages 14 to 16, he had brown slicked back hair, a black hoodie on, black pants, black shoes, black gloves, and his eye-colour the darkest green-blue mix i've seen. it sparkled in the light of the room and he wasn't ugly, but he wasn't too good-looking either. he was just decent looking. he looked at me, sharply, and came closer. eventually, he was kneeling to my level, and his face was only inches away from mine. he came closer to me, passionately staring at my lips. he then kissed me, his tongue fighting for dominance in my mouth. i tried to push him away, but the ropes that held my wrists together, prevented me from doing so. i didn't have anything to do at all. the only option i had was to hope he could pull away. before i knew it, he finally pulled away, breaking the kiss. "you're beautiful, nat." he said. i sat there, staring at him in his eyes, bottling the aggression i had at the time towards him, the killer, and everything. i hated everything and all just wanted, was a normal life.