Little Gun

Chapter Eight - Plotting for Attack

Kennedy's P.O.V.

"Kennedy! Get you're little ass in here!" Ryan yells from the living room while I'm in my bedroom. I get off my bed where I was listing to my favorite song 'Sirens' by Cher Lloyd. Her story in the song is what I was always afraid of what would happen to my dad. But now he is gone. He left me at a gang's house so I'll leave him in my past never to be dug up again. 

"What?" I groan sitting down on a empty black leather chair. 

"Can we trust you?" Ashton asks.

"Well if I said you could that might make you think I'm lying and not trust me for telling you, you can trust me. And if I say no you'd think about killing me because I know too much already." I explain.

"We can trust her." Nash says. I smile. A small spark has formed with us. I really like that spark and want it to become a fire.

"How?" Ryan demands cockily of Nash.

"Did you hear her answer? It showed two things. One, she is smart. She would be a good addition to the mission. And two. She told the truth about what she knows, which is true. I'd trust a person like that." Nash explains.

"Fine. But buy the way Nash, don't be a fucking smart ass." Luke spits. I flinch at the use of words he chose. Nash shrugs.

"We have a mission. We are not sure what but we have one. It will be big, rebellious, and we will be known." Ryan coldly smirking. Ashton laughs.

"Government. It's too controlling. They have one thing we don't. Backup. If something goes wrong. They have a solution to make it fucking rainbows and cupcakes again. We need that." Luke says. 

"Good idea." Nash says timidly nodding. What? Why is he being timid? 

"I have an idea." Ryan says. "It is so big though that we will need more of people to help. Us though will run and lead the missions." 

"What's your idea?" I ask.

"Let's just say the government will have some holes in their fucking society." He laughs and Luke and Ashton join. Nash and I fake a laugh. We exchange a similar look that is worried, nervous, and confused.

"Kennedy?" Ryan says

"Hmm?" I say perking up to my name.

"All we need you to do, is get supplies. For now." Luke says.

"What kind of supplies?" I cautiously ask.

"Guns, bullets, weapons, drugs, alcohol, that kind of shit. Do it." Ashton answers. I gulp and nod not wanting to know what they would do with the first three things and what they would do to me if I didn't.

"Honestly. We don't want you to know the plan yet. But when the missions are close you will be given information. You can't fuck this up." Ryan says harshly hurting my feelings.

"Supplies is all we trust you to cover. And don't betray that trust unless you want a couple fucking bullets to your head." Luke adds. I nod trying to stay confident. 

"Now, you can go." Nash says nicely and politely as I walk back into my bedroom wondering what the hell they are planning to do.

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*Timelasps*

 I walk into Nash's room and sit down on his bed. He is watching TV, but when he see's me he turns it off.

"What's up?" He asks sitting down by me.

"You know! Why aren't you like them!" I whisper yell.

"I'm sorry, I'm not a murderer."

"No, not that. I need to know why you don't want to do this." I say staring into his magical eyes. 

"I want to do this." He lies. I can tell. He is so lying. He is biting the inside of his cheek and is not making eye contact. He is looking at my nose trying to make me think he is making eye contact to backup his lie.

"I know you're lying. I won't tell." I persuade.

He sighs. "What did you come here for?" 

"What are they planning?" I ask.

"Why should you know!" He says defensively.

"Nash, I can tell you don't want to do this." I change the sore subject. "Just tell me." 

He sighs. "I don't want to hurt anybody innocent." He whispers looking at the ground.

I smile. "I don't want to hurt anybody, too." I rub his back.

"Really?" 

I nod. "Yes."

"Let's just say. A station will die." He goes back to the sore subject.

"What? A station. Like a fire station?" I say very confused.

"No. A police station. Ryan wants to take one step at a time. First make local news. Then country. Then global. So people know what they are up against." He says looking at the floor. "It's sick."

"Very. If a police station is little too him, then I'm scared to see what global and country is." I shake my head. 

"So many people will die." He says. "Loved ones, with caring families, lives ahead of them and accomplishments. All to be thrown away for rebellion." 

I look into his brown orbs filled with sorrow. "You're not like the others." I say coming back to that topic. "Why do you do this?"

He gulps. "It's a secret."

"C'mon tell me." I smile and lightly nudge him trying to brighten the conversation. 

"Can't."

"Why not?" I demand.

"Okay. I can." He smiles briefly. "But I don't want too."

"Please." I beg. 

"Fine." He gives up. "Ryan is my cousin."

"What?" I am in shock. "So I still don't get why you have to do this."

"He was my best friend growing up. We were two peas in a pod. But he slowly drifted into drugs, sex, alcohol, and shit so I stupidly followed and got into this mess soon enough. He became a monster. So quick. I knew I'd die if I quit the gang. I rarely drink or do drugs. I'm afraid of an addiction that could start. I don't have sex a lot. I'm a square in the gang world. But here I am." He explains. "I'm in a deep hole without a latter."

"I see." I nod. "So if we both don't want this what are we going to do?" 

"We have two options. We can run away or go with it and accept it." He says.

"I think we see the only clear option then." I smirk. "It will be hard. But I don't want to kill innocent people."

"Neither do I." He smirks leaning in for a kiss I accept. 

All I know is I am not a criminal and I won't become one now. 

Or ever.

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Ohhhhh kill em! 

And for the record. I have heard about the shooting with police officers in Las Vegas and I hate it. This is just an idea I bounced off of it. Trust me the plot is way diffrent.

I know this story sucks now but it will become better soon!

I love you!