The Sinners were in chaos.
The second Josh fired his gun, a loud shout escaped Dallon's lips, as well as a large amount of other Sinners. Brendon pushed Dallon out of the way of the bullet. Everyone began pulling out their own weapons, shouting and fighting and blindly firing into the crowd.
They were all after Renegade and Missile Kid, but they were already long gone.
In the midst of all the commotion, Alex had grabbed Josh's wrist and had taken off running, past Brendon, past Dallon, even past Jack.
They were so close to the main entrance, but it was impossible to get to it. There were too many people. Too much violence, too much danger, too many risks. They needed to get out of here alive.
They would have to find another way.
"W-Wait!" Alex heard a familiar voice call after him.
It was Jack.
Alex and Josh slowed, but kept pushing through the crowd.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" Jack exclaimed, chasing after them. "You almost shot—!"
"Getting out of here, that's what we're doing!" Alex shouted back.
Jack shook his head incredulously as he rushed to catch up with the two Clique members.
"I'm getting the feeling you're not really a Sinner guard!" He shouted with a sarcastic laugh.
"No, not really!" Alex smirked, quickly shouldering someone out of his way.
Behind him, Josh struggled to keep up. The whole battle between the Sinners reminded him of the pit back at the Clique concerts.
His legs were shaking beyond control, threatening to give up underneath him. He constantly stumbled over his own two feet. Every time he got pushed into another person, his wounds would resurface and reopen with pain all over again.
He couldn't keep this up.
They had to get out, and they had to get out fast.
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Tyler cracked his knuckles and tilted his head to each side, the bones in his neck cracking as well.
He picked up his favorite knife and held it up, tilting it back and forth to inspect it. There was still blood on the silver blade. Tyler simply wiped it on his shirt before shoving it into his belt.
He was ready. He was more than ready.
"Let's do this, Blurry," he murmured to himself as he inspected the armory, looking for the perfect weapon.
His eyes landed on a certain small, silver handgun, and the corner of his lips twitched. He reached for it, sighing deeply as his hand wrapped around the cool handle.
The gun belonged to Josh.
"But after this," Tyler whispered, setting his jaw and furrowing his brow. His glowing red eyes now looked even more menacing and petrifying than they did before. "You're done."
"That's what you think," his mind replied.
Tyler glided his tongue across his front teeth as he loaded the gun with a satisfying click.

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THE RUN AND GO : JOSHLER
Fanfiction: WANTED : DEAD OR ALIVE : TYLER "MAD GEAR" JOSEPH JOSH "MISSILE KID" DUN ALEX "RENEGADE" GASKARTH PATRICK "YOUNGBLOOD" STUMP PETE "MR. BENZEDRINE" WENTZ : REWARD IF FOUND : : IF FOUND , CONTACT : BRENDON "THE GREEN GENTLEMAN" URIE {all respect to t...