The Suicide Girl [Completed]

Chapter 31: The Uprising

Tristan Tanner

I was quite curious about what Cheryl had been saying. She was mumbling to herself, but no voice was projected. Her eyes seemed to wander around the hall, looking for any signs of life near us. I continued glancing at her a few times, my hands in my pockets. Her grey eyes were staring straight ahead, glaring into the walls with an intensity so thick, you would've felt it behind that screen you're reading this with. Thankfully, she had no signs of becoming that bizarre alter ego of hers, nor were there any signs of her being taken over.

My mind wandered off as I followed her. What if.. we fail? I mean, I have hope. But no one knows what we are doing. Even we don't know what we're doing! If we try to save the world and end up dying, the world will end. Trying won't be enough.

Cheryl must've noticed a change in my attitude because she glanced at me noticeably. Her eyes were blank, but seemed to be hiding something. I looked back at her. "What?"

"Stop thinking." Her voice echoed in the supposedly empty hallway. "I can tell what you're thinking." Her hands balled into fists. "We're going to save the fucking world. And we aren't going to die."

I was about to reply until she walked even faster, pushing ahead. Her right hand glowed purple, and she pulled back her arm. A guard had appeared from the crossing corridor in front of her. Quickly, Cheryl knocked him out, sending a punch to his face. His head twisted, and he collapsed to the floor without a sound. I remained silent, and Cheryl looked over at me.

"This way," she said, pointing in the direction the guard came from.

I followed her reluctantly and murmured quietly, "Stop trying to make me feel better.."

If Cheryl had heard me, she didn't make any reaction to indicate it. As expected, there were guards flooding the corridors up ahead. We couldn't see them, but we could hear them from a distance. And they didn't sound to happy about being a decoy. Their footsteps trampled over the sound of their complaints and laughter, unaware of us approaching them.

We stopped in tracks.

Cheryl glanced up at me with a playful smile on her lips, warming my heart up suddenly. "You ready to kick ass?"

Her hands glowed blue and purple as she put a fist up. I looked down at her. Am I ready to kick ass? Yes. Yes I am. Am I ready to possibly lose her? My eyes lowered their gaze. No. No I'm not. But I trust she won't do anything stupid. I lifted a glowing, green fist, and I lightly bumped it against hers. A smile tugged onto my face.

"Always."

Cheryl put her left hand out, letting it glow brightly. It shot a ball of fire into the corridor. All of a sudden, a giant explosion had been set off. Screams and yells of men were heard. Cheryl and I ran into the scene, gathering attention. I noticed her hands changing colors because of the four attributes.

"You never told me you could hold control your music attribute now!" I yelled over the screaming.

Cheryl smiled at me. "I just assumed you would've known after the kiss!"

She had said it so calmly. She didn't blush. She didn't stutter. She was calm. She wasn't afraid. I looked ahead with a smirk on my face. Men had their eyes on us, most of them pulling out their weapons. All had stopped. Smoke from the explosion still wrapped the area, and Cheryl and I stood back to back in the midst of it. We were surrounded. I wasn't phased by this. I heard Cheryl crack her fingers behind me, excited.

"Ah, lovely!" She exclaimed brightly, analyzing which guard to pick on first. "Some new dummies to play with!" Her smile widened. Seems as if fighting gets her into a mood. She stretched out her arms, the wicked smile on her face glowing. "You're going down."

"I dare one of you to fire a bullet!" I yelled to the men. "Let's see if you're alright for this job!"

Someone did just that. A trigger was pulled, and all hell broke loose from that single bullet.

Cheryl Faun

Bam.

My ears picked up the loud banging noise, and I immediately ran up to the man with the gun. Tristan began to move as well. I grabbed the bullet, letting it incinerate in my hand. Hell was going underway. Men had jumped into the air, firing weapons at me. My body glowed purple, and I felt the rubble beneath my feet pick up onto my face. Music notes dotted my cheeks and forehead. The cannon balls and bullets came raining down on me, and I felt a thrilling shiver run down my spine. I jumped onto the falling cement blocks, getting higher and higher into the sky.

"What the—!" yelled a man. "What a fucking monster!"

"I'm not a fucking monster!" I shouted at him, smiling wildly. "I'm your worst fucking nightmare!"

My hand glowed red, and a katana appeared in my grasp. I jumped down and fell into his gaze. The man's eyes widened as the katana pierced into his stomach. Blood poured out of his mouth, some of it splattering onto my arms. A grin appeared on my face. That was unbelievably satisfying. I pulled the sword out, the blade red from fresh blood, and kicked the man off the remaining pillar that used to be part of the wall. He yelled a string of curses as he fell, clutching his stomach. All of us were outside now, since the wall had been torn down.

"Who wants to be my doll?!" I hollered to them excitedly. Their faces struck startled and frightened. "Too late!"

Silver string shot out from my fingertips, attaching to a few dozen men. Their eyes glowed yellow, and they began attacking their own comrades. I switched the katana out for a knife and stared into my reflection. Again, it seemed as if my transformation was split down the middle. The left side of my body was my music attribute. I smiled and tossed my hair to the side. The knife disappeared and turned into a spear. I jumped into Tristan's fight to help him, keeping my right hand unoccupied for the Marionette.

"Need any help?" I asked loudly, letting my legs dangle as I sat on a cloud.

Tristan was currently yanking snipers and other weapons out of the men's arms, firing it back at them. He was flying, kicking his feet at people who came from below him. As soon as he pushed a few of them back, his eyes landed on me.

He smiled, "If you're feeling bored!"

"Cool!" I squealed gleefully.

"WHAT KIND OF SICK ENJOYMENT IS THIS TO YOU?!" A man yelled at us. We both turned to look at him. "PEOPLE ARE DYING BECAUSE OF YOU. AND YOU THINK THIS IS FUCKING HILARIOUS?"

Tristan gave me a look. His hand glowed green, and I immediately appeared in front of the man. He gasped, but was interrupted when I put my hand on his face, covering his mouth with my palm. It glowed a sickly red. My eyes glared at him furiously.

Before he could say anything about their color, I whispered menacingly at him, "What's the fucking difference between you and me? You're helping a man who's going to kill all the governors to destroy the world. And if the world is destroyed, no one lives but him. NOT. EVEN. YOU."

He was breathing heavily with his eyes widened. "I've never seen such a monster," he thought. My eye twitched at this. "What is she..?!"

"So I'll ask you something," I snapped, my hand gripping his face tightly. He let out a strangled scream. "Will you shut the fuck up and STAY DOWN?"

He nodded frantically.

I pulled on his head and threw him towards the ground. He landed with a crashing thud, as well as a few other men. I looked up and saw Tristan making it rain with people. He noticed me staring at him and paused. A wink was sent my way, and I flushed at it. I sat back up on a cloud, holding a sniper. People Tristan didn't see would be seeing a bullet from me.

Ah... World War V begins.

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Color-Coded Attributes:

Tristan
- Flight // Green (on shoes/feet)
- Time // Green (on hands)

Cheryl
- Weather // Blue (on hands)
- Music // Purple (entire body, mostly hands)
- Summoning // Red (hands, anywhere weapons are summoned)
- Marionette // Gold* (right hand/fingertips) // *Gold on hands and on victims; string is silver