The Other Side - A Newt Fanfiction

Chapter Twenty Seven: A Bet

"(y/n), get behind me!" Gally orders, immediately shoving me back as he steps in front of me, swinging his Launcher to his back and taking his pistol out of his holster, aiming in the direction that was behind me.
Turning around, I look where Gally is aiming, spotting a figure leaning out the side window of a van at the end of the block, gun aimed at us.
Whoever that is shot the Serum in failed attempt to shoot me.
Another shot rings in the air, and the bullet flies past Gally's head, hardly missing him.
Without flinching, nor a moment hesitation, Gally fires his gun in return, but the figure disappears in the vehicle.
I can faintly make out the dark figure fumbling about from inside the van, and, scrunching his face up in anger, Gally discharges his weapon at the front window of the vehicle, bursting holes into the glass with his bullets.
The sudden shattering in the window causes the figure to jolt, frantically diving down behind the dashboard.
The fires ring in the air: BANG! BANG! BANG!
"Gally, get that shuck-face!" I order, getting antsy.
"I'm trying!" He calls over the continuous firing.
After several shots, Gally's gun begins to click as he repetitively pulls the trigger, empty.
"Shucking- ugh!" He groans in irritation, swinging his pack off of his back and dropping it in front of his feet, crouching down to open it and get more ammo.
Holding my right hand, the glass pieces sticking out of it, I wince as I pull out the larger bits of the transparent shards. Great, first a Crank bites my left hand, and now my right's cut up even more after both getting sliced up in the shucking Crank tunnel. I lift my eyes back to the front window of the van.
The figure inside sits up suddenly, taking advantage of the few seconds he has before Gally can start shooting again. I can faintly make out his arms fumbling about along the controls of the vehicle in a panic. However, within a mere moment, the front lights turn on as the car starts, and I can hear the man from inside the vehicle hoot in pride.
Staring at the vehicle with wide eyes, I mumble, "Shuck..." as I begin to slowly back away, keeping my eyes locked on the van.
Gally lifts his head to look down the road in response to my comment, and his face falls. He quickly takes out another magazine as he purses his lips tightly together before zipping up his pack and tossing it over his shoulder as he rises to his feet. Slamming the full clip into the pistol, he slowly steps back alongside me.
The driver revs the car engine a few times, building up the tension.
Immediately straightening his posture as his muscles contract in an overwrought manner, watching the van in fear, Gally mumbles. "Run."
Darting my eyes to the boy, I whisper in a panic, "What?!"
Looking to me with wide eyes, he shouts. "Run!"
Turning on my heels, I begin sprinting as fast as I can, Gally rushing behind as the driver finally slams on the gas, the car speeding after us.
"SHUCK, SHUCK, SHUCK!" I scream, arms and legs swinging with upmost speed as I bolt down the road.
The engine of the vehicle begins to roar as it picks up speed, frightening me enough to run even faster, literally running for my life.
"GET ON THE SIDEWALK!" Gally orders, and the two of us sprint to the grey concrete to our right.
Looking back over my shoulder, I watch the van drive up onto the sidewalk, taking out a streetlamp on the way, the long, thick rod toppling into the building beside it, busting through the windows and sending glass and concrete bits toppling to the road.
I turn to look ahead as we sprint frantically. "GALLY, THEY'RE SHUCKING CRAZY! SIDEWALK ISN'T GOING TO STOP THEM!"
Gally, breathing heavily as he darts alongside me, glances over his shoulder at the van. "OKAY, BACK TO THE ROAD!" He grabs my left arm arm tightly, yanking me with him as he runs back into the center of the road.
The van swerves back onto the black tar behind us, and the street ahead of us illuminates brighter, making our shadows more distinct, indicating that the van is gaining on us.
"DON'T LOOK BACK!" Gally orders.
Chest heaving with frantic gasps for air, I cry out as I force myself to push harder, running faster as my leg muscles begin to burn from the intense force.
Charging down the rod directly beside me, Gally shouts, "TURN RIGHT!"
Stumbling to a slow enough pace to turn, I begin sprinting to the right as soon as we approach the four way stop.
However, the van behind us doesn't wait for the tar road itself to turn. In fact, it drives over the corner of the sidewalk, flying a foot or two in the air before landing on the road and nearly swerving, but the driver manages to keep the vehicle steady, slamming on the gas.
"WHAT THE SHUCK IS THIS SHANK'S PROBLEM?" I manage to shriek in rage between forceful breaths, nearly tripping over my own feet as I run as fast as I possibly can.
Glancing over his shoulder for a split second, Gally does not reply to me. "LEFT!" He demands.
At the next four way stop, I sprint to the left as Gally orders, and I feel him push me from behind to help me stay ahead of him.
I can hear my heart pounding in my ringing ears as I run as fast as I possibly can. My muscles plead for me to stop, legs burning as if they are on fire.
"RIGHT!"
We turn right.
As the van gains on us, and I sprint in utter terror, I feel like I'm back in the Maze for the first time all over again, and I cannot help but dive into the memories that I've done my best to erase.
A loud, roaring sound of stone and grinding gears echos down the long stretch of corridor that I stand in, causing the ground to quake so forcefully that I topple to the concrete with a cry, sliding along the cold, hard ground. My palms skid along the floor, the rest of the front side of my body following as I attempt to break my fall, and I slow to a stop. Groaning in pain, I slowly push myself up on my stinging hands and knees as the shaking ground stills and the thundering rumble silences. Taking in quick, frantic breaths, I immediately dart my head over my shoulder in the direction I had came from. "Wh-What the...?" I whisper breathlessly before quickly reaching for the vines along the wall to my right and using them to pull myself to my feet with a grunt. I turn around to face the end of the corridor I had turned from. I don't know why, but I can feel my heart sink. Something is wrong.
In response to the sudden rise of panic, I begin to run down the path, quickly reversing the little route I had in my head and switching the right and left turns in order to return to the entrance I had taken from the vast, boxed-in greenery I arrived in a matter of hours ago.
Left, second left, right, left, right, right.
As I turn around the corned to the stretch of vine-covered stone I had entered in, my breath hitches in my throat, and I stumble to a halt in my tracks, eyes widening. The opening I had returned from is gone. Now, two gigantic walls of stone at the center of the corridor, blocking the entrance- or exit, in my current case.
"N-No..." I whisper, jaw falling as I begin to charge down the aisle. "No! No, no, no!" Sprinting to the concrete doors, I feel the dark void of confusion and terror swallow me whole, consuming my heart into pure darkness. I don't know where I am, I don't know why I'm here, I don't know what happened to my memories, I don't even know my own name, and this happens?! I fail to slow myself in time, and my body slams into the stone. Rapidly shaking my head to reorient myself and attempt to gather my horrified, racing thoughts, I scan the doors, tilting my head all the way back to look at the top of the stone barrier that is unfathomably far beyond my reach. "NO! NO! NO!" I scream, slamming my hands against the doors in a storm of anger and fear. "OPEN UP! OPEN BACK UP!" I shout, trying to pry my nails into the crack between the two enormous blocks of stone as if I can push the gigantic doors apart. Of course, I fail to do so. Letting out a final shrill enraged scream, I hit the door once more before turning around and leaning back against the stone. All of the food and water that came up in that cage with me is on the other side of this wall. What if these doors don't open back up? It'll only be a matter of days until I die out here, alone with no knowledge whatsoever of who I am. Wheezing heavily with frantic, rapid breaths, I slowly sink down the wall to the ground, vision blurring with tears. Pulling my knees to my chest, I let my head fall back against the hard stone wall, squeezing my eyes shut as I break a sob. I'm completely hopeless, lost, and alone. A deep, aching yearn pulls at my heart with a strong, forceful tug as I feel the desire to be with my family that I cannot remember. I bury my face in my knees, arms wrapped around my legs tightly as I whimper, trembling in complete, disorienting fear. "I want to go home..." I manage to choke out amidst my sobs. Home? I don't even know where I learned what the word 'home' means! Forcing myself to steady my breathing, I lift my head, staring down the dark, moonlight corridor. "Okay... Okay, I just need to... I just need to think..." I whisper through stuttered breaths, sniffling and wiping my eyes with the sleeve of my dark, olive green long sleeve shirt. "Think... Think!" I hiss at myself, squeezing my eyes shut as I wrack my brain for any blip- any flicker- of a memory, but none come. "Ugh, come on!" I snap, slamming my hands to the hard ground beside me.
Suddenly, as if in response, a shrill, high-pitched shriek echoes from somewhere in the distance, causing me to jump with a start, yelping with widening eyes. The ringing cry bounces along the vine-covered walls of the dark corridor before fading into silence. What could that have been? Struggling to calm my pounding heart, I use the doors behind me as support as I slowly stand upright on my wobbling legs, staring at the end of the aisle ahead of me. "What was that?" I wheeze to myself.
A cold breeze that sweeps up the dead leaves along the stone ground brushes through the stitching of my clothes and sends a shiver down my spine. By instinct, I wrap my arms around myself, rubbing my hands along my upper arms in attempt to generate warmth.
I can't just stand here. I need to figure out what is out there.
Breathing heavily through my nose, I dust my hands off on my dark brown pants before shakily stumbling along the cold stone ground, pressing my hand against the right wall that's covered in greenery for support due to my knees knocking together in fear, making it hard to walk.
Maybe someone's out there? "Hello?" I call.
Silence.
I slowly approach the end of the corridor, and the path turns left and right. Looking in each direction, I call again, "Hello?!"
Still no response.
Taking in a deep, stuttered breath, I force myself to stand taller, looking up at the night sky and examining the stars as if they will tell me which way I should turn.
Frowning, I look back and forth down each end of the path once more before turning right. I had turned left when I first came out here, so I guess I should turn right this time. What could be wrong with going right?
As I slowly make my way down the vast stretch of stone, I push off of the right wall and force myself to hold my own body upright without any help, furrowing my brows as I look at the end of the vine-covered corridor. It appears to only turn left at the end. "Hello–"
I jolt with a start as a blood-curdling shriek cuts me off. The source is much closer this time.
My face falls as my heart lurches out of my chest in a panic. That definitely does not sound human.
"Nope. Not happening. Back to the first route" I say quickly as I turn on my heels, deciding to go the opposite direction this time; however, looking down the concrete aisle that is now ahead of me, I catch a glimpse of something shimmering in the distance, causing me to stop in my tracks.
"What the heck?" I mumble to myself, squinting, stretching my neck as if that will allow me to have a better glance at the object at the end of the hall.
Listening as intently as possible, I hear faint metallic clanking sounds in the distance, a massive, dark figure strutting about in circles at the far end of the corridor.
I don't know what that is, but I do know that I want absolutely nothing to do with it.
"Never mind," I whisper in a trembling voice to myself, "back to the new route..." Gulping, I slowly back away; however, before I can turn on my heels, my back bumps into a strange, squishy, gooey surface, causing me to cringe as a bolt of terror shoots down my spine. Breath hitching in my throat with widening eyes, I step forward, shaking as I slowly turn around to see a towering beast behind me. Its gigantic body is green and slimy, almost slug-like, though it has metal, spider-like legs and a massive, metallic tail that arches over its head. Several black beady eyes stare back at me as the creature towers over me.
I stumble back to the cement with a cry of fear, and, after inhaling deeply, the horrific creature suddenly lets out a terrifying roar, leaning down so that it's mouth of razor sharp teeth are a mere foot away from my face.
Not waiting a second longer, I scramble onto my feet and turn on my heels, beginning to sprint down the corridor, cursing and screaming as my chest heaves with desperate, panicked gasps of air.
I can hear the metal legs rapidly clinking on the stone floor as it rushes behind, shrieking.
I run like my life depends on it.
No, I run because my life depends on it.
"WE'RE RUNNING AWAY FROM THE FACILITY!" I shout over the roaring engine of the van, bolting along the concrete as my body begins to heat up from the powerful running, sweat beading on my forehead beneath my mask.
Sprinting alongside me as the van approaches us even closer, a mere yard or two behind us, Gally shouts, "I'VE GOT AN IDEA!"
Panting heavily as I nod slightly, I shout, "I TRUST YOU!"
Nodding, too, Gally looks straight ahead as he sprints even faster, and, as my body pulses from the intense beating of my heart, I scream as I use all of the energy I have to keep up with him.
As we approach the end of the next block, Gally orders, "BREAK RIGHT!"
Giving everything I've got, I slide along the concrete, stumbling in place as I turn and sprint to the right at the cross, the van zooming past me and straight down the road just as I dive onto the sidewalk of the right turn, the back right tire of the van barely missing my legs.
Skidding across the concrete, I cry out in pain, the remaining glass pieces getting rammed into the flesh of my right hand as I attempt to break my fall and my palms slide across the ground. My elbows and knees follow.
My body rolls along the ground before slowing to a stop on the road, hands, elbows, and knees stinging just like they did after I zip lined out of Jorge's hideout and tumbled onto the ground of the next building over. I groan, sprawled out on my stomach on the concrete. Wheezing heavily, I slowly and cautiously roll onto my back, panting and hissing through clenched teeth in pain as I lift my knees to my chest, examining the torn holes on the pants and the blood speckles rising on my skin. I shakily sit up with a groan, holding my head as it begins to spin slightly, turning to look at the four way stop to see Gally on the other side of the street, sitting up on the concrete. He must have dove to the turn opposite of me, to the left, in order to confuse the driver.
"You alright?" He calls between pants.
"Yeah... Yeah, I'm fine..." I call back. Shakily scooting backwards and leaning my back against the glass window of the building directly beside me, I tear off my mask, panting heavily as I slide the fabric cover off of my head to allow myself to get some air, wiping the sweat from my forehead with the back of my left hand. Coughing lightly as I catch my breath, I turn around and use the window for support as I get to my feet, grunting in pain and bending over to pick up my helmet.
Suddenly, the screeching sound of breaks can be heard from down the center road, and I groan in frustration. "You have got to be shucking kidding me..." I mutter, wincing as I slowly walk to the edge of the road, only to see the car beginning to back up quickly.
"That's it!" Gally snaps, grunting as he pushes himself off of the ground to his feet. "I've had enough of this shucker!" Tearing off his mask and tossing it to the cement, Gally stomps out into the middle of the four way stop and aims his pistol in the direction of the van, firing shots at the black vehicle, his face scrunched up in rage.
My eyes widen as the van continues to zoom backwards down the road, not slowing down. No break lights illuminate. "Gally, get out of the way." I order in an anxious tone.
He ignores me, continuing to shoot at the vehicle, making several bullet holes in the back window and doors.
The van approaches without hindrance at eleven yards.
"Gally." I raise my voice slightly.
Ten yards.
I snap, "Gally, get out of the road!"
Nine yards.
Eight.
Seven.
"Gally!" I scream.
Suddenly, the van screeches as the driver slams on the breaks, the rubber tires smoking from the friction as they grind against the tar. The vehicle continues to back up at a worrisome speed due to how late the breaks were hit.
Six yards.
Five yards.
Four yards.
It begins to slow.
Three yards.
Two yards.
One yard.
The van slows to a halt a mere inch from the end of Gally's gun, and yet the boy does not even flinch, face still distorted in complete rage.
Breathing heavily from the panic, I stare at Gally with wide eyes. "What the actual shuck was that about?!" I exclaim, throwing my hands in the air as I stomp towards him.
The driver's door opens, causing the two of us to dart our eyes to the source, revealing a filthy, lean, bearded man with long, curly, dark hair dressed in ragged clothes. "G-Gally?" He asks, hopping out of the car.
Face falling as he lowers his gun, Gally mumbles, "Wes?"
Drawing my brows together, I shift my eyes to Gally. "Wait, you know this guy?" I ask in disbelief.
"Wesley is one of Lawrence's men." He explains as the man jogs towards the two of us.
"What?" I shoot the man a glare. "Then why the shuck did you try to kill us?!" I snap.
The man looks at me with worry in his eyes, breathing heavily from his adrenaline rush. "I just saw two WICKED guards. Figured I should take them out while I'm handling my part of the mission."
"Mission?" Gally asks, folding his arms as he stands taller, scanning the shorter man suspiciously. "Lawrence and the rest of you guys were only in charge of shutting WICKED's surveillance system down to help us break in. That part's done. None of the plan that I had taken to you guys this afternoon included any of you setting foot within these walls."
Wes's face falls. "I- Uh- I was told to check the perimeters of the city. Make sure the guys have got a clearing."
Gally and I exchange a nervous glance before looking back to Wesley.
"A clearing to the what?" The tall boy asks.
Wes hesitantly responds with, "The facility."
"WICKED's facility?"
The man nods rapidly.
Frowning, I look to Gally, who presses his lips tightly together as he lifts a brow in thought. "If Lawrence wants to take down WICKED, so be it, but we've got friends in disguise still in the tower."
"Which they wouldn't still be there if you hadn't have prevented us from getting them..." I mutter angrily, causing the man to shift his anxious eyes to me.
"Wes," Gally says, regaining the bearded man's attention, "you need to pass this message on to Lawrence: wait until we've got our friends out and are all away from the tower." Gally mumbles, "We've got two other friends in uniform that we're trying to get to, and we would prefer if you guys don't end up killing them by mistake."
The mentioning of our friends hypothetically getting killed reminds me of the situation at hand, and I look down at my bleeding right hand, the puny glass shard remains glimmering as I examine my palm in the blue glow of the city night. I scowl at this Wes guy. "You..." I growl.
"Wh-What?" He stutters, taken aback.
"You shucking shank!" I snap, suddenly charging at him and punching him in the face with my good hand.
Stumbling back with a grunt, the man clasps his hand on the side of his face, and Gally immediately grasps my arms from behind me, holding me back.
"That shucking vial of Bliss was the only one I brought with me!" I snap, lashing. "Newt needs it! He needs it, and you shot it out of my hand with your klunk aim!"
"Who?!" The guy exclaims defensively, holding the side of his face, his expression distorted in pain and utter confusion.
"Normally, I'd let you fight any shank," Gally mumbles from behind as he continues to hold me back, "but, right now, we have to worry about getting to the others. Fighting will just waste our time."
Panting heavily as my blood boils in rage, I finally stop fighting, easing up in Gally's grip, and he slowly lets go of my arms.
Gally shifts his eyes to Wes. "I advise you to leave before (y/n) tears your throat out. She's not even an Infected, yet she is one of the last people you want to piss off, and, unfortunately, you just did more than that." He says flatly. "If you want to live long enough to fulfill your part of the mission, get in the van, drive as far away as you can, and get our message to Lawrence."
Snarling at the man, I watch him dart his wide eyes to me in a panic, quick stumbling backwards before turning on his heels and running to his van, climbing in.
As soon as the vehicle starts, he slams on the gas, zooming down the road. The roar of the vehicle's engine blends in with the sounds of other cars in the distance and the faint noise of sirens. When did those sounds start back up?
"Now, I've got to go back and get more of the Serum, all thanks to that shuck-face." I mutter as I watch the van shrink in the distance as it drives off, and I look to Gally, folding my arms as I huff a sigh, my chest sinking.
He turns to me, shaking his head. "We haven't got time. Thomas, Minho, and Newt need our immediate help. If you go back to get the Serum, you're going to have to stay there."
Pursing my lips together tightly, I force myself to take a deep breath through my nose as the sirens begin to faintly rise in volume in the air somewhere in the distance. I hesitantly nod. "We need to get back to the facility, then."
Gally nods in agreement, picking up his mask from the edge of the sidewalk. "Let's get going." With that, he pulls his mask over his face, jogging down the road we had came from.
Sighing heavily, I pull the fabric cover over my hair once again before placing my helmet on my face. Jogging after Gally, I reach into my pocket, taking my gloves out and slipping them over my hands, wincing as I pull the right glove on. I swing my Launcher forward by the strap, taking it tightly in both of my hands as we rush down the road.
Once we get to the end of the few blocks we were chased down on, we slow to a steady march, making our way to the WICKED facility across the street. We stride from the north side of the building towards the western side. To my surprise, as we slow to a stop at the corner that turns to the western end of the building and peek around the side of the building, there's a gaping pool of dark water, a fountain of some sort, surrounded by a strange array of concrete steps.
"What the shuck?" I mumble, examining the sight. "What kind of layout is this?"
Before Gally can respond, there's a shattering sound from above, and, averting my eyes to the source, I see a large, metal object plummeting from countless stories above, broken glass bits falling after it.
The object falls to the water, sending a huge splash of the liquid flying into the air.
Gaping slightly as I trail my eyes back up to the window of which the metal had shattered, I mumble, "How much do you wanna bet that that was the boys?" I look over my shoulder at Gally, who's still staring at the broken window several stories above.
"Yep. That was them." He mutters. "That was definitely them."
As I turn to look around the corner of the building again, two guards appear from the corner on the opposite, southern side of the building, swiftly jogging around the large western pool of water.
"Looks like they've got some company, too." I mumble.
Gally nods, probably narrowing his eyes beneath his helmet as he watches the two officers.
The guards make their way to the farthest edge of the pool, the side opposite of the building itself, and quickly stride up the steps in the direction of the next building over. The front entrance of the tower beside WICKED's is lined with concrete columns, and the two men stop in their tracks, waving over a third officer that is on the other side of the glass, inside the building.
The third jogs out through the front doors, and, as soon as he is with the other two, the three guards take position in hiding behind the columns, waiting for their prey.
"We gotta help them, or the guys are shucked." Gally mutters.
Darting my eyes back and forth between the broken window and the hiding guards, I adjust my mask and clear my throat as I stand taller. "I've got an idea." I tell him, glancing back at Gally for a mere moment. "Follow me." With that, I grip my Launcher tightly, marching out into the open, along the ledge of the steps that surround the dark pool.
Gally, standing tall with his broad shoulders, readies his weapon and follows after me in quick strides.
"Don't say a word." I order Gally under my breath.
"Got it."
The two of us make our way down the stretch of water and climb up the steps of the next building, swiftly striding around the columns.
As we march to the guards' sides, they turn their heads towards us in sync.
Although I feel my stomach nervously tie into knots, I nod slightly at them, and, shockingly, they nod back in return, not even suspicious of us.
WICKED? More like shucking STUPID.
I take a deep breath as Gally and I each hide behind a column beside the ones of the three officers. Taking a deep breath, I peer around the corner of the column that covers me just in time to see three figures jumping out of the broken window.
"THOMAAAAS!" A familiar voice screams. Minho. Definitely Minho.
I keep my eyes locked on them as their bodies plummet to the water, their arms and legs flailing, and, in a matter of seconds, they each hit the dark, shimmering liquid with loud splashes.
I spot movement from the higher portion of the tower, and, darting my eyes back up to the shattered window, I see three more figures leaning over the ledge, aiming their guns down at the water.
Janson.
Snarling slightly, I tighten my grip on my weapon. Oh, what I would give to be the one to take him out.
However, as I shift my eyes back to the water, I feel immediate nausea wash over me in rising panic as the seconds pass and no sign of life appears in the water.
Before the worrying can get the best of me, three heads bob out of the water, the sound of distant gasps following the sight.
I subtly sigh in relief.
One of the guards clear their throat, gathering mine and Gally's attention. The man at the far right nods to the rest of us as a signal to move in, and the three officers slowly step out from behind the columns, readying their weapons.
I look over at Gally to meet his masked stare before following behind them.
As we step out into the open, I manage to make out Thomas flipping Janson off before he turns and swims towards the far western edge of the pool, away from the tower and unknowingly in our direction. Minho and Newt breathlessly follow behind.
Slowly stepping down the concrete steps of the building, towards the pool, I sneak my way in between the officer in the middle and the one on the far right while Gally walks between the one on the far left and the man between us, both of us preparing to attack at any second.
Thomas and Minho scramble onto the concrete, panting heavily as their soaked bodies stumble a little once they are on their feet, and they turn to pull Newt out of the water, whispering to each other frantically in low voices and grunting as they tug Newt's arm's upward.
I watch the familiar, lean, pale boy's body as he's tugged out of the water and to the ground, and, soon as Newt's feet touch the concrete, the boys pat his back, attempting to catch their breath as small smiles of relief tug on their mouths. Good thing they're all alive.
Having enough of their reunion, the guard to my right shouts, "Hands up!"
Jumping with a start, the three boys turn to us with fearful expressions, holding their breaths as they tense up.
I raise my weapon at the boys, slowly stepping closer to them.
"You heard me; I said hands up!" The man snaps.
Exchanging anxious glances, the three boys don't obey the order, struggling to conjure up a route out of the problem before them.
I can see Thomas's hand slowly reach for the pistol in his thigh holster.
"Don't even think about it!" The man snaps, causing Thomas to freeze. "Hands up!"
Seconds drag on as overwhelming tension rises, and I can sense the guard's finger wrapping around his trigger. Turning to my right suddenly, I shoot my Launcher at the shouting guard as Gally swiftly shoots the other two within a split second.
As the officers cry out in agony, slumping over to the concrete ground, their body's convulse against their will. The one in the center blacks out within seconds.
Walking towards the other officer he had shot, Gally towers over the man as the guard fights the urge to pass out. "Just give it up already." Gally grumbles before kicking the guard in the face, knocking him out as the man's helmet flies off from the blow and bounces along the cement.
I stride to the man I had shot, stepping my left foot onto his chest and leaning over him, yanking off his mask and tossing it over my shoulder so I can get a good look at his horrified, pained face. "I'll take that, and I'll also take this." I say in a sassy tone as I grasp onto his Launcher and yank it off, snapping the strap. Smirking, I watch his eyelids slip over his eyes as his goes unconsciousness before I turn and chuck his weapon into the water, Minho ducking to dodge the gun.
Standing taller as I dust off my hands, although they both sting, I shift my attention to the boys as they watch the Launcher sink into the dark water and dart their attention back to us, gaping in complete shock.
"How the-" Thomas stutters. "But- Why did- Who-"
Tearing off my mask and black cover and shaking my head to let my hair fall freely, I smile proudly. "Forget about us?" I ask.