THE RUN AND GO : JOSHLER

39 : CHLORINE

The Bishop slid swiftly to the side, Tyler's bullet whizzing right past his head.

Tyler shot again. And again. And again.

Not a single bullet hit their target. Some didn't even come close.

"I'm fucking missing!" Tyler cursed under his breath. "Josh why the fuck—I never—I don't—I don't miss, why the fuck—?!"

Tyler whipped his head up to look at Josh with a wild, crazy look in his eye before looking down and fumbling with his gun again.

"Tyler—Ty, listen—!" Josh grabbed Tyler's arm, stopping him from cocking his gun again. Though Tyler fought back violently, Josh managed to hold him still.

"What?!" Tyler spat through clenched teeth, glaring daggers at Josh mere inches away from his face.

"You're gonna run out of bullets, idiot," Josh snapped. He forced his voice to be quiet, to not give away a weakness to the enemy, but he evidently wasn't quiet enough.

Nico's sick, twisted laugh rang out in the empty chamber.

"He's right, you know!" The Bishop jeered. "You shot at me—a valiant effort, I must say—exactly five times. That little insignificant revolver in your hands only holds six bullets."

Tyler snapped. He couldn't take that disgusting  sandpaper voice anymore, or those soulless grey eyes, or the bright blood red of his robe.

"I didn't fucking ask you!" He shouted. He yanked out of Josh's grasp and aimed his gun at Nico yet again.

It all happened so fast, Tyler and Josh could barely comprehend what the hell happened.

In one swift motion Nico had grabbed Clancy's neck with one hand and stuck him out over the edge, leaving Clancy dangling freely above the swimming pool.

"Tyler!" Clancy cried out.

Tyler's eyes widened, and his mind screamed at him to do something. Anything.

His whole body shook as he stood there, gun aimed at the Bishop in front of him.

"I told you to let him go, Nico!" Tyler shouted. "Let him go or I'll shoot! I'll kill you dead."

Nico smiled maniacally under that thin grey veil.

"Bold of you to assume you could kill me," the words croaked painfully off his faded lips.

"Bold of you to assume I give a fuck," Tyler snapped, his voice just as low and throaty as the Bishop's.

Clancy reached for Nico's cold grey hand wrapped around his throat as if he could pry it off.

He gasped for air and violently kicked his feet in an attempt at escape.

When he looked down, he felt like he was going to throw up. He was suspended in mid air, the only thing holding him up was Nico grasping his throat. He dangled above the swimming pool an entire three stories below.

"Shoot me, I'll let go," Nico's deep, gravelly voice said. "I'll drop him. He'll die."

Tyler scoffed. "He'll land in the water," he said. Anything to keep that boy alive.

Clancy desperately shook his head.

Nico's disguising, evil laugh echoed throughout the room. It made Tyler's blood run cold.