“I remember my prom night, full of promises that never came true and victories cries, fun, fun, fun! Anway I’m not in the mood for your games, so just come with me. I mean you don’t want anymore damage, then already done, do you?”
“How can you live with yourself, how do you sleep a night?”
“It’s easy I just close my eyes, why do you ask. It should be easy for you to sleep after all it’s like your eyes are always closed.” I gave a wicked smile, he stood there for awhile and said nothing, the next second he was lunging at me fast as a bullet, but I’m still quicker then that.
“You have to be faster then that, come on I taught you better.”
“AHHHHH” As he screamed at me in rage as he transformed his staff into a gun and shot, tried as he might, he missed every time. Every movement was fueled by anger and hatred.
“You may have a thing for guns but me, no. I like sharp things, hmmm.” I pulled out a sword, one which the Red Fox passed down to me. Just as my sword was about to slice and dice him his gun changed back into a staff, his chest, only inches away from my sword, the only thing between him and me was his staff.
“Just give up boy, you’ll never win. You can end this now.”
“NEVER!” He pushed harder, so did I. Then I heard a sher scream of pain.
“Ah, I see you could finally make it?”
“Of course, Z fifey?”
“Not yet.” I ordered, the boy cradled his arm, since Mrs. Ill had shot him in the shoulder. The same place he shot himself the other day. I was they're watching to see how he would cope with his new eternal friend. He pulled out his staff, he swung again and again, but I kept blocking. After he took a couple hits, Mrs.Ill and I had him surrounded.
“Surrender, if you haven’t already noticed you're surrounded, just give up.
“Fine.” He slowly lowered his weapon and dropped to his knees, I knew it wasn’t this easy. I quickly moved out of the way as his staff developed back into a gun he shot at me, it skinned my shoulder.
“Oh you little-your going to regret THAT!” Before he had time to answer we both heard a rustle in bushes, all of us turned to see who it was, fire girl.
“Z fifty! First bullet, Z left!” She handed me a bullet.
I had him pinned to the ground, “I said you’ll regret that and I meant it.”
“S-screw YOU!”
“YOU BRAT!” I grabbed his gun out of his hand loading the bullet I’d been given.
*BOOOOM* The sound echoed through the air as the gunshot bellowed through the night. “Now go make it clear to the students of our presence.” I looked down, one bullet, one serum. He sit they're, on the floor, on his knees, looking down. The once black tuxedo was now gleaming red, his sunglass fell off revealing the scars of the past.
I looked to the girl her eyes wide, “Thanks for taking care of him, but I’ll take it from here.-” I pressed a button, my ride was here, “Till we meet again!” I hopped into the helicopter dragging the boys limp body with me.
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The Keepers
Action(Somthing I wrote in elementary 😂) Long ago there was a legend, a folk tale, a myth that tells of 6 people. Each given a Gem/Stone of power as a curse or a gift. Passed down from generations. When it's found in the hands of six unlikely kids. They'...
