Spray Paint: The City Canvas

Chapter 6

MITCH and the others scattered through the crowd, dodging around people and outdoor equipement. The sound of a bullet piercing the air took his attention from running, he spun around to look back. The world seemed to slow as he saw a bullet coming straight for him.

He threw himself to the side, avoiding imminent death but the damage had been done. The metal had pierced flesh and lodged itself in his shoulder. He stood, gripping his shoulder and biting down on his lip in extreme pain. He turned to run, onlt to be met with a pistol between his eyes.

He growled lowly. The guard smirked, amusement dancing in his eyes. Mitch hated that look, the look they gave to the ones they killed for 'disobeyance and treason.'

"Any last words?" The older male said, unknowingly giving Mitch a chance to escape the grasp of death once again.

"Only four;" he smiled before yelling out, "IN BAJAN WE TRUST!"

"IN BACCA WE MUST!" A new voice screamed before a thunk, crack! sounded out and the guard fell to the ground, unconcious.

Above him stood Mitch's brunette, axe-weilding, best friend Jerome. He looked over Mitch for major injuries, scanning his blood covered hand while he elbowed someone behind him in the face.

"We're going to gather up in the abandoned chapel so the Fiesh can help with injuries, are you dizzy?" Jerome asked.

"A bit, but I'll be fine." Mitch lied.

"I'm carrying you."

"Biggums, no, I wanna fight!" He whined while spinning around and jumping up to roundhouse kick someone in the face.

"Too late." Jerome picked up his slightly smaller friend and cradled him in his arms.

A signal spark flaired into the air as Mitch was held in Jerome's arms, pouting. Jerome glanced up to check the color of the flare before starting to run through the crowd, shouldering past the students and meeting on the street with the others. He gave Quentin a sharp nod befire the group quickly dispersed, going to their emergency meet up placed through different routes.

Mitch adjusted his position so Jerome was holding him where his legs fell under his arm. He pulled his bow over his shoulders, taking an arrow from the quiver resting across his back. He notched the arrow, quickly taking aim at a guard following them from over Jerome's shoulder and drawing the string back. He released his light grip, watching as the thin arrow pierced the small gap between the guard's chestplate and helmet. A perfect shot!

He shot down two more guards. They drop like flies, He thought bitterly. Mitch lowered his weapon as they arrived at the chapel, Jerome letting him stand on his own. They were greeted with a hearty, "Hey Fluffy, Snake Eyes." From Ian.

"Uh, M-Mitch? Your eyes," Seto pointed out. Mitch looked over at Ian, pupils narrowed into slits. He closed his eyes, slowly letting out a breath begore his eyes fluttered open, back to normal.

"Sorry, Seto, that happens sometimes. Helps me aim." He smiled.

Quentin ran up to Mitch and Jerome, seeing Mitch had been shot and Jerome had cuts along his neck and arms. He grabbed their arms and dragged them into the abandoned building their group had made into a small base. He brought them to a room he had made into a mini medical bay, closing and locking the door. "Mitch, shirt off," He intructed.

Mitch would have complained, but the dizziness and nausea slowly overcoming his senses told him not to. He silently complied, pulling his shirt up and over his head, "Good. Jerome, hold him down."

There were muffled screams and chloroform. In the end Jerome carried Mitch out of the room while his friend was unconcious, Mitch's chest and shoulder were securely wrapped with gauze and Jerome with bandages traling up his arms and medical tape sealing off the small cuts on his face. Quentin leaned in the doorway, watching the two as Jerome made his way past the others into a seperate room before calling Ty into the room to check his injuries.

Jerome brought Mitch to a room with two beds, one on either side; their room. He set Mitch on his bed, sitting on the edge beside him.

"Love ya biggums."