H2OVanoss

Arguing

Vanoss P.O.V

I saw the glass shatter onto the floor beside me.

"I'm going to kill you once I get out of here!" The man yelled. I knew he wasn't lying, he is probably the one who is stuck in the freezer but technically, he isn't the one who is actually trapped.

His hand went through the small window, trying to reach the handle.

"Your empty threats are real funny and so are your small arms" I scoffed when he retracted his arm. I could see his face when he poked his head out of the window frame and his dark blue eyes met mine.

"You won't be saying that when I'm beating your ass to the ground" The guy glared at me.

"Shut up!" I whispered when I heard footsteps.

"HEY, I'M OVER HERE!" The man shouted.

I stood up and pointed the gun at him but he wasn't there anymore. I heard rapid footsteps coming down the hallway.

"Ohh, you are fucked" I heard him snickered.

I went into a fighting stance, bracing myself for what's about to come around the corner.

I didn't get a good look of the person when they turned the corner, however, that didn't stopped me from landing a punch on their stomach.

The body dropped on the floor with a 'thud' and they groaned while holding their stomach. The sight reminded me of Cartoonz and I felt a sour feeling overcome me as I aimed the gun towards them.

I wasn't familiar with this feeling and I found myself not able to pull the trigger.

I noticed them reaching for their utility belt and the loud sound bombed throughout the hallway when my finger pulled the trigger, out of instinct. I saw their body go limp on the ground, the hand that was wrapped around this stomach had fallen on the floor.

"Holy shit, you just killed your team. Y'all guys are brutal" I heard the guy behind me.

"They aren't my team" I turned around to see his face popping out of the window. "I'm not dressed like them"

"I though you were one of The Highs" The guy said.

"The Highs?" I questioned.

"The 'important ones'" The guy's hand went up to his ear.

Ear bud.

I remained silent, hearing rapid gunshots in the distance.

"I'm going to guess- let's call it an educated guess if you will- that you are with the 'other team'." I said, using this time to gather information.

"And what made you guess that?" I heard the sarcastic tone in his voice.

"The bright ass green car. Horrible color, by the way" I shrugged. There were many observation that brought me to that conclusion like the clothes they wore.

"Not sure who asked for your opinion" The guy snarled. "But your 'education guess' was right. Soon they will make their way in here, free me so I can pin your ass to the ground"

"And if I kill you right now?" I brought up a possible, most likely scenario.

"You won't" The guy hummed. "You would have"

"I was busy" I defended myself.

"Sure, okay" The guy lowered himself away from the window. I turned away from the metal doors and kneel down. I l look back at the doors when he asked me a question, "Tell me something, what team are you on?"

I didn't reply knowing he has a ear bud and his team could be hearing.

"I'm going to take an educated guess that you aren't Night Crew-"

"That's not a guess, that's a well known fact" I corrected him.

"You could be lying. We know Night Crew is loyal to their soldiers but probably they changed their ways" The guy suggested. "So are you the BBS?" The guy continued to ask. "Or solo?"

I ignored him and listened to the gunshots quieting down.

"What is it you do? How did you get caught in this?" The guy wouldn't shut up.

"How did you get caught in this? I haven't seen your team around before" I snapped at him, annoyed by his questions.

"Well, I guess you could consider us 'new'" The tone in his voice sounded strain, as if it hurt it him to say that.

"Like to this 'lifestyle'" I looked at the ground, feeling the same sour feeling wash over me.

Why would you join this? Did he know what he was getting himself into? Could he be just like me? Could he be fighting for something?

"Hell no" The guy laughed and like that the sour feeling has vanish. My head snapped up, hoping to see his face so I could waste a bullet on his useless life.

When I saw his head poked out of the window frame and his eyes were meeting mine, I gripped the gun in my head, a little tighter. Trying to restrain myself from acting on the urge to put a bullet through his huge forehead.

However, the ass shitting grin he wore made me point the gun at him and shoot that was until a strong force flew me to the wall and a loud sound came along with it.

There was a pitching ringing in my ear as I slowly opened my eyes. I coughed as I inhaled the smoke, I waved a hand in front of my face trying to get it away from me so I could breathe properly.

The lights had been busted but the freezer lights were still on, giving me enough to see.

"What the fuck was that?" I heard the guy yelled. I frowned knowing that I missed and sigh knowing I was able to hear again.

"McQuaid! Are you okay?" I heard a voice different from the guy I was 'spending time with'. It was like they were right in front of me.

McQuaid

Then I saw a black figure approaching the freezer, the light coming from it made me observed how they looked like.

A gray shirt, blue jeans.

That was all I could make out, it seemed like a regular person.

"I'm fine, Ohm. You know, it's really warm in here but I'm perfectly fine!" McQuaid's head popped out and this time he was talking and the sarcasm in his voice didn't go unnoticed.

Ohm

"I could leave you here, you shit!" Ohm hissed at McQuaid. I looked for the gun, wanting to spend my time other than hearing them argue.

"If you are expecting me to beg and say sorry, I would suggest you do!" McQuaid glared at him. I spotted the gun, behind me. Where the light could barely reach. I reached for it and felt a sharp pain in my shoulder. "And you know you won't! So get me out of here!"

"I would! You know that!" Ohm remarked. Minding the pain, I shifted my body closer to the gun and fully gripped it.

"I would like to see you fucking try!" McQuaid snickered.

I leaned against the wall so it sustaining me to fully get up.

"Watch me!" Ohm shouted.

Please, don't tell me they're a team. Are teams really like this? I mean I already have enough evidence: BBS and the two right in front of me.

"OHM" McQuaid yelled, already getting annoy. Ohm huffed and his hand reached for the handle.

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